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Seeing Orange
Some people see red
Their rage so intense
It makes them lose their common sense.
A bull sees red
As it charges at a cape.
Distracted by the sight
It is slain in the fight.
Joe McCarthy saw red
Saw them under every bed
At every peace protest
He thought he saw a communist.
Some people see orange
’til that’s all that they can see
They do not see the matador
Or his pica, poised to gore.
They do not see the bombs that drop
On tiny little children
The threat of nuclear war in Ukraine
Somehow to them is hidden.
The homeless are concealed
In all our major cities
Under blue and yellow flags
And orange effigies.
They do not see the cop cities
Spring up, even in the blue states
Or the red blood of the black man
All they see is orange man
To him they pledge their hate.
The color they abhor the most
Symbol of all that’s bad and wrong.
They purged it from their pride flags
Some colors don’t belong.
A cape more infuriating
Than red to a bull
Is the orange cape
To the self-righteous fool.