A Season of Pale
A season of pale
A reason pure blue
Where are the brights
In this election of rights
Who stands up for those in clouds so black.
Who defends the ill wrapped in white.
The workers who pluck the greens.
Those who struggle under a rainbow of dreams
pictured: Evan Clayburg, artist, Davis, CA
Those who’s grey matter is not whole.
Who stands up for those lost souls?
A season of pale
A reason pure blue
Where are the brights
In this election of rights
A Sarah pink.
A Mormon Beige.
A Baptist brown.
Or a cowboy clothed in blood red.
They all pander to those with paper of green.
Yet on humanitarian needs their mouths are silent even ready to judge.
Does not the God they serve say “help those in need” or I will judge.
A season of pale
A reason pure blue
Where are the brights
In this election of rights
Great work Pieter . . . I think you should send it to Neil Young . . . there definitely is a song here!
Every so often words are coupled together in such a manner that they form a striking whole which demands to be read and reread and then cannot be shaken.
Very nice piece Pieter
Well said. Thank you, Pieter.
Thank you all for your kind comments -