The Unwanted
People Red
Meet People Blue,
Forming a Purple hue,
They see, they know, Unity’s role.
Where Red and Blue meet
Purple edges are burned,
No one must see, know,
The beauty of inbetween.
Big Men shade our eyes,
Loud Voices plug our ears,
Precedent shackles our hands,
Endeavoring to entangle our minds.
Nothing, no one, can erase experience,
Blinds and words are of no avail
In blotting out Freedom’s course,
Still the People sing Purple’s tune.
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