Hidden Colours
Human life beholds many tales,
most are of historic mistakes and of
wrong-doing.
Still change thrives regardless of
our repetitive and inane habits.
The life that grows to dominate
our Mother Earth becomes selfish and greedy
but yet She is forgiving,
still providing a home.
Sadly, the colour of corruption glows
red like the blood-stained ground that
we endlessly create.
History repeats itself only to become
text on another page of something
we consider “just the way of life”;
it never seems to enter our minds
and hearts.
Mistakes are birthed like a new born
child – innocent and pure.
But lessons are never fully learnt.
they become dust within our souls
creating hidden colours that we foolishly
try to hide under a false image of purity.
Human life ought to be seen as precious
but due to these hidden colours we are
destined to become history ourselves.
Copyright © Leighann Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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