Hue Obsessed Ideals
Hue Obsessed Ideals
No man my superior
Be, nor inferior
To a degree
When he and I agree
From despair’s begging cups
To wealth’s wanton cusp
When reason dies
All lies turn into flies
But before agreement
Must be interment
There, wherever
Hate scatters its fever
If man in his glory
Basks in infamy
Asks without shame
Why him? All stays the same
But if instead he says
Let us give praise
No matter the hue
For sure, dreams will come true
Hue obsessed ideals kill
Spreading terror still
In blazing fields
Wielding bucklers, and shields
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