Blinded by tints from the windows we
Are either confined to or excluded from,
Depending on which way the view of the sun comes.
A shadow still remains even if ignored,
Lightly tracing over it doesn’t make it anything less than real.
Fear plants a seed for hate,
Both sides can relate.
Hateful words cut deep producing the same red blood
Color lines crossed paths resulting in yellow tape.
We ran towards the darkness to escape,
But these shadows only seem to conceal more hate.
Their using a corrupted brush in the picture they paint,
What brush do we use to readjust the frames hidden behind the walls of these corners?