Color Surrender Poem by princess irene Namajja

I threw them in
Their run and their shine
To host my win
I lost my adoration
I threw in my holding

I threw in the yellow
When she fell for the political yellow
She lost her bright and her dawn glow
She tarnished her shiny blow
Wasted her meaning when she believed in the ruling and powerful
She then learnt to emulate the guns and bullets

I threw away the blue of rhythm and royalty
And the green, all succulent with life
I threw them all in strife
When they fell for political define;
They fell for the never ruling
The fought and defeated
They fell for the never will rule

And now I surrender my red, mine own of zeal and courage
I throw you in
For you have been initiated into the political faith
Now you believe in the frail
The ones whose hope to rule is vain
You trust in the beaten and trampled
So I throw you in
And the deity of red will never be mine

So I surrender all
The yellows, blues and greens and reds
Because within that political devastation and scatter
I find no place to lay my certainty
So I throw you all in.
The canon of color will never be mine.