Gun metal grey, perhaps,
Or the sickly yellow of a gas attack.
The red of wounds, bloodied innocence,
And the private green of lurid envy.
Multi-coloured hate for different skins.
Pastel tones of apathy, magnolia conformity
The black dog standing on your chest,
Lethal blues prophesy suicide.
Little lies we claim are white.
While Agent Orange pours silence onto jungles.
Pink flush of the shamed cheek
Camouflage colours for the sniper.
Gender colours, yellow stars, brown shirts.
Greenwashing the present
Whitewashing the past
Painting over the cracks, we try to hide
Rainbow hues in the latest oil spill.
Darkness is womb, a seed in soil.
The respite of sleep.
Toxic human projects
Come in every known shade.