Same Color
When you are the same color as the night sky
It’s damn near impossible to fly that high
You only get to see those white specs of light
While others fall: comets and meteorites
Is it right, on what is to be the next day
That they get to choose, to get to have their say
As I and others watch in utter dismay
They deny us the chance to live our own way
We must speak like them, just so they all can hear
That means speak softly, without a hint of fear
If you push an eye to drop a single tear
You’ll be thrust from the sky, never again near
I wish there was truth beneath the dark above
Compassion, tolerance, and a little love
Yet they shoot every pigeon, eagle, and dove
That I’ve given up my dream, I’ve had enough.
--Kha1eim
