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‘OFF-COLOUR’

It really was curious; it really was strange:
The day that the colours decided to change.
It really was freakish; it really was weird:
When all of the colours weren’t what they appeared.

The police cars were purple with green lights on top
And riding inside were pink-uniformed cops;
Lights switched to red when they meant you to go
And green clouds dissolved into brown flakes of snow.

The fruit was confusing- bananas were blue;
An orange just wasn’t-well, what do you do?
Do you call it a ‘turquoise’- for that was its shade?
And the children rejected that black cherryade.

Teams all changed sports’ kits; ref’s cards weren’t the same;
And Rudolph the reindeer’s own song was renamed.
The dwarfs asked each other ‘Will Snow...Thing exist?’
Whilst the wolf laughed and snarled: ‘Little Red won’t be missed!’ 

No blackbirds; no bluebells; no green grass in parks.
The sun glared a deep- grey and daytime was dark.
We wore yellow poppies in memory of war
But nobody knew what they really were for.

None of us realised that we had changed too;
But gradually noticed, saying ‘Hey, look at you!’
Black people had brown skin and white were now black;
Brown people were white now-there’s no turning back.

It really was curious; it really was strange:
The day that the colours decided to change.
It really was freakish; it really was weird:
When all of the colours weren’t what they appeared.

COLIN TRENHOLME

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