The Colored Lens


The world is black and white
when it is associated with the likes of the innocent.
Though no being is truly innocent;
it does not necessarily mean that they are evil.
So the rest is all grey. Light grey, dark grey-
smoke grey. How do we configure the system when
each individual wears a different frame?

We must also not forget those who see in color.
Those who see in a red lens. Those who can see clearly.
They are not compromised by their conscious,
or the discernment of the outside world;
for no one clouded their vision.
No one held the smokescreen to be rendered unchaste.
The luxury of ignorance so effortlessly stolen.
Yet still, they are exiled simply because
they were given the wrong glasses.

Who is to correct the red lens
when the world is color blind?

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