The Colourblind Scientist
The colourblind scientist
He was from Pakistan, always wore a blue suit
we were walking away from a ship that sank.
So, I said, what are you doing for a living?
I´m a mathematician, he said currently I`m trying to make
brown into green by using a math formula, so far
I have got grey colours but lack funds to continue.
We came to a park and sat down, I pointed to the grass
said it was green.
That is the problem, he said, why is it green?
If I could find a mathematical formula, I could make
the whole world green, and there would be equality.
He was lost in thought for a while and spoke;
can´t you picture it as a green Himalaya?
A pigeon came flying and sat on his head I fed it breadcrumbs.
The scientist thanked me, got up and left.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2021
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