Colors Poem by Saiom Shriver

Colors



He was blue
because his friends
were called
reds and pinkos
by yellow journalists
funded by plutocratic
blackmailers
who had caused
brownouts to achieve
power
and had taken over
corporations
with greenmailers.

Yet God, beyond all
colors, all frequencies
is in control.

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