colors of the smp, a poem
red is the color of flowers and ash
of anger and passion and child-like brash
of a boy who dawns his crimson-striped tee
and spends each night sobbing:
“why was it me?”
orange is the color of mangos and health
of excitement and fire and courage in self
of a flame-flickered human searching for signs
of his former best friend
whose heart has long-died
yellow’s the color of sunshine and song
of a girl who baked pastries that now are all gone
of a landmark the burned with a satisfied roar
as the smoking trunk crashed
on a dead nation’s floor
green is the color of dark button-ups
of a kid with wide eyes who gains power abrupt
of snow-coated grass and a new goal in life
keep his family safe
or fall down to their strife
lime is the color of nature and earth
of land sought out and marked as his terf
of a need for control that spiraled and grew
until it all fell away
and now he's screaming, too
blue is the symbol of freedom and peace
of a country created from his words and a speech
of tears and self-doubt and a man’s scattered brain
all lost to the void
until saved by a train
purple's the color of violets and vines
of a sword well-enchanted to fight either side
of a boy and his spaceship— oh wait that’s gone too
because what good is a promise
when you have something to lose?
pink is the color that's supposed to be kind
but here he stands crowned with the bloodshed he finds
pink petals and roses and the need for the dead
but a love for his allies
and the one he calls friend
brown is the color of warmth and a home
of melodies and friends but now he’s alone
of a longing for belonging and the desperate need
that pushes him so
when it speaks; he believes
black is the color of the stars in the sky
because his city drowns out all the light they provide
he’s been naive before; so attachments he'll fling
even if means
discarding their ring
white is the color of innocence clean
of a boy who chose people over sides and their things
of a blank whiteboard to be molded like clay
and lessons to teach
if he wants to be okay
and so here you are, a mixture of all
you're blue or you're green and you follow along
you watch as the land is ravaged by war
and all you can do
is pick which color you're for.
