Colors

When black isn't black, but a mixture of hues
and day is as night, without evening news
While a sunburn is pink and a heartache is blue
the rainbows show all, if one finds the clue

When war isn't war unless somebody dies
and fair isn't fair when somebody cries
While fire burns orange like tempers that heat
all bodies turn red on a bad city street

Grey is a suit, the concrete, the sky
Green's full of envy, but nature's reply
Brown is what happens when one's terrified
White, just admission from someone who lied

Now yellow could signify so many things
A partner of green or a hornet that stings
a light bearing warning, a bus late for school
the back of a coward or some other fool