O, poor snubbed soul, will no one hear your chimes?

Is your cachet so invisible now?

Why does blind ignorance fill blinkered times?

Are you the sacrifice; unholy cow?

Did you not nail our colours to the mast?

And vow yourself to be selfless and true?

How dare they name you tiresome, fake, bombast?

Will faithful believers not hear from you?

Who considers you less by dint of hue?

Who deems you worth less by virtue of shade?

Don’t you count as much as your cousin Blue?

Is value the image in which we’re made?

So great the shame, no one recalls your name.

To the colour blind, we all look the same.

 

 

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