Friday, September 25, 2020

Draped in Yellow, Covered in Red

 



Draped in yellow,

covered in red.

Cornered by black,

hiding in blue.

 

I am torn.

Stuck between the cynical past,

hopeful for the future,

unsure of the path.

 

Mixed signals and colors,

flashing all the time,

in noisy hues,

unsyncopated rhythms.

 

Neon, horns, flags and signs,

jostling, buzzing and marching in different

cadence, in streets and in

minds.

 

Huddled masses, kowtowed,

bent but unbroken, with imperative

shouts pleading at the sandals of lady justice.

She is not blind. Justice is blindfolded.    

 

In this spectrum of the present,

I stand; baffled by the colors of

emotion, of pride, of duty and cause,

wanting equality, acknowledging weakness.

 

Robert Pinsky’s gasoline rainbow in a gutter,

a picture of the moment in full color history,

vivid and on display on TV’s flickering against

the rage reflected faces.

 

There is fear,

in blood.

Of people, for people,

against people.

 

Branded in color

for nothing.

For everything.

 

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Painting by: The Metropolitan Museum of Art - Artist: Soomin Park, Title: Yellow Sunday

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