No Color
To the death they said...
No color will protrude into my life, for they have made it black and white...
May they see the four seasons done. May take back and change what they have done in return.
For a speedy recovery of an illness yet unknown, as it's no longer kings that are above our throne.
So take on your challenges and reveal your day, take away all this loneliness, take away dismay.
For this magnanimous world is diluted with hate, Profits before margins, its no social state.
Copyright © Ian Black | Year Posted 2017
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