Hue

Bland and unprepared,
They lavish it with praise,
And raise skeletons for ribbons,
Ribbons for medal honor and badge valor,
God, they know nothing of versicolor,
They sing of black and white but I have only seen reds and blues and yellows,
They mute the world, and everyone screams silent,
We meet on a blank canvas,
And the war begins and begins and begins,
We shatter, and we bawl, and we stutter, and we crawl,
Space and time stretch and convulse,
And in the end, we become just sepia, only sepia.