Colors 

 

The colors are bright 

They shine like a light 

They cannot be dimmed 

By some foreign might 

 

The colors are fading  

With each passing night 

They took all we had 

They struck me with fright 

 

The colors are gone  

But we are still here 

Can we somehow revive 

What once made us cheer? 

 

Trauma is like Hell 

It just doesn’t end 

What our ancestors faced 

We must now comprehend