If hues and shades all faded
everything in black and white,
would men still find short-comings?
Would wars be waged? Who would fight?
Would blind men be prejudiced?
If all were the same, who among us
would find reason to raise hate?
Is being difficult fate?
Don’t color me! Let me fade.
I want to be free of jade.

Love surges in everyone
like a river . . . let it run.
Let the faucet of reason
overflow every season.
May the rainbow, arched up high,
be the only color neigh.
Let me be blind to race, creed
but attentive to your need.

Hope may find its’ mission fun
if there’s no color but one.
But the argument’s been raised . . .
which is color, which is haze?
Men get no satisfaction
without color distinction.
Everybody chooses hues . . .
don’t color me with your views.

For every color’s faded--
everything but black and white--
yet men still find short-comings . . .
in confusion find delight.