Midnight Blue
Proud warriors of black and white
Debunk the bad extol the worse
Your Che Guevara shirts fit tight
I’m not a customer of those
You cannot take me for a nation
Considering the hues I see
I’m wrong in your simplification
With which I strongly disagree
I see more colours of the spectrum
Won’t pick the one you use for me
I note the tints you would expect from
An unbiased watcher of the sea
You see the truth before it fails
It cannot be improved by you
Turn off the light, see colours fade
Perhaps except the midnight blue.
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