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