The Forgotten World

From color, everything turns into shades of grey A palette of beauty, now so monochromatic Everything good and bad ends up as alabaster And all else is simply forgotten Lost in the thick-leafed pages of time Only preserved by the markers indicating their places Soldiers march and stay in their places Uniforms the darkest shade of grey Their valiance dissipating over time Because history is monolateral and monochromatic The rebels we massacred we seem to have forgotten The only things that remind us of them are their statues of alabaster If every person in the world were commemorated in alabaster Then would there be just enough places To position them all? Most we forget As time and their hair starts turning grey Only the terrifying ones with monochromatic Views are stuck forevermore in the realm of time In life, there’s only so much time To become extraordinary and immortalized in alabaster The substance that makes all skin colors monochromatic And every man stuck in his only place Turning all of the beauty of outside grey Until the true colors are forgotten You and I will soon be forgotten And stuck in the web of the spider, Time We’ll watch as everything fades into grey The piercing dead eyes of the alabaster-men Reminding us to mind our places And stay forever monochromatic And while the grey world looks down on the monochromatics And while the monochromatics are always forgotten And while only the forgotten can truly go places And while places are but a figment of time And while time turns all men alabaster And while alabaster is always grey The monochromatics are the only ones who can stop time, Remind us that we are not yet forgotten alabaster Pieces in museums and other places decked only in grey.