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Apr 2012
They’re faded now these shades of grey
bleeding into a brand new day
these reds these blues, these moral hues
they act like clues and tattered cues
telling of a time not here and so distraught and full of fear
it reminds me of these days gone by once full of color now grey to life
and I see now this man I’m not - the one they loved but indeed forgot
as I search this broken fantasy, I learn I plead and hope and breathe
but I can’t be the man they need, to serve under false deity
without understanding this cause for pain, witnessing another day
where faith and blindness share a fate, bound to black and white these shades of grey
you ask me to embrace belief and abandon my neutrality
your guise untrue and fueled by greed, desire, filth and hypocrisy
ask not of me to close my eyes to this world I see of untold lies
through rose colored glasses and a smile so fake, the truth does lie and happiness breaks
I realize now these thoughts so dark, so empty and cold, and contrast so stark
darkened shades, these reds these blues, so greyed out because of you.
John Chris Risner
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