“I might be blind but I know blues!”
some fictional blind blues singer
I’ve two close friends who are color blind.
A condition like perdition for the rainbow loving kind.
They lost their reds in a battle with god.
An angry bitter god best described as Lord of Orange
(door hinge was suggested as an apt and worthy rhyme)
who forages for hues from unsuspecting unborn dudes.
Seems an unfair fight.
A fetus maybe flips a bit, but doesn’t really pack a punch,
a hunch,
just sayin’, perhaps, and possibly
maybe orangey lord should pick a fight with others of his own size
and saturation.
And maturation.
Carefully sayin’,
while I’m certainly not yellow I can’t piss off the fellow.
For I like seeing green and he takes those too.
So blue in discussion with my redless greenless friends
aint the same blue between me and those two.
Or is it?
Only god knows for sure?
Purely speculation and for your consideration is the notion it is possible
that we can still communicate our mutual misunderstanding
politics of beige or gold
our feelings on what’s tan or sand or
even shades of indigo,
(whoa! indigo is a touchy topic don’tcha know)
without the finger flipping
trolling others late at night
when it’s easy spewing hatred when there’s nada chance for fight.
Or are we fated,
hueless and the folk of color
fisticuffs with each other
social media bomber pilot
billion lives lost to violet?
I’ve two great friends,
both of whom are color blind.
