Dystopia

This City is One Colour

The gardens, filled with sprays of magnolias, lilies, peonies,
enrich the landscape of our lives allowing us to view
the kaleidoscope of wonders in this time. And yet, within this place,
within this suburban wasteland, we can overlook that which is not represented,
that which we know is part of all we were but is not here right now.

Now, only after pausing to contemplate the obvious, do we recognize that
all faces are the mirror, the bleached whiteness hidden by the sallowness of
spirit, the pallor of the death of long-lost diversity, an emptiness of hues;
somehow, we have allowed a segregation, where we have lost the power,
and now our genes cannot remedy our frayed mistake.



© May 2019