True Colors Through These Eyes

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Submitted: February 17, 2011

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these four walls of realty are caging me and keeping me from reaching my dreams

True Colors Through These Eyes

by

Brittany Brown

like the lonely oak amung robotic pine i alone change with the seasons

but up in the big house where our masters dine

plotting to take our freedoms and our reasons

as we are betrayed, by our own media

neck deep in the filth that we ourselves brew

the true colors shouting Black, Green, and Fushia

are only hidden behind broad colors of Red, White, and Blue

and just as the lost traveler trudging through the hot desert sand

we to are struggling to find that eaternal shade of comfort

only to occationaly be stopped by a mirrage of something we value or hold dear

paying with our lives each and every day of each and every year

only to find that the lives of wich we pay are being squandered on the very sun we trudge under

and the mirrage to be opposite of true

and all of this is being hidden behind broad colors of red white and blue

Red, White, Blue pride oppertunities power

beneith this skin of colors is a nasty mess bitter and sour

that nobody wants to claim and no body wants to clean

and suffering from it all are the puppets forcefully played in this nasty dream

the millions of tears that fall each year only turn to somekind of taffy that our masters chew

and all this is hidden behind broad colors of Red, White, and Blue.


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