The Color White - Poem by EZEKIEL MAU
The foundation of all spectra
Good enough to gain a central
Find others moving up and down it.
But disputing this, to you is a death trap.
Choice of the clergy,
the goons and the rogue
What can hide the pope,
the laws he has broke?
The Color white, efficient in
O! ! Dress in sanctity,
that all might be whole.
Far more desired than purple
For satisfaction t'wil gift
dress in it and you'll skip
The color white, an escapade from mumbles
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