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.