Colourblind

Violets are red
Roses are blue
I don’t see colour
So why should you?
The world itself, to the brim, filled with colour
And skin too, but its tone reviewed
Judgement flying in by the hour
We’ve closed our complimenting eye
Availing speech, that even peace, it devours
With this racial competition, a ripe red heart, goes sour.
The only time I want to know race
Is down by the mountain
In the marathons picking up the pace
The only time I want to see colour
Is on sunset evenings
The sharp sun, introducing me to her tired, gentle rays
All colour is beautiful
White, black, even green if that is you
So why see colour if it will divide?
Such toxic, polarising views.