White World Turned Red
Its a big white world
in which we must add color ourselves
however the only color I have is crimson
the color of humanity
for I am as human as they get
The world will never be colorful
we paint it red until our very walls rust out into a bright orange
in which will soon deteriorate
but as we grow
we will accept this world and will learn to love the very color we are condemed to
This poem is about:
Our world