The hate you give,
Stir oceans in heart.
A wide sky blue,
Yet a vast land dark;
In the midst of blossoms,
Are weeds of poison;
In a day of colors,
Which one should I put on?
The bright fluorescent ,
Or the grey melange charcoal,
Sight in hands,
Held towards ground.
Justice is far lost,
Yet survival compromised ,
Long gone sails,
I really don't care,
Wherever you voyage,
Truly not my trade.