kOOL Cat LEVAr BiRTOn: aN ODE

Brown lIke me
Brown LikE you
Does it matter if IM red
Do you no if I am Blue
ChAins anD strAins on My body
Have taken its toll
A pRICE I can not pay
With out giVing up my soul
A chAnge in the pResent climate
A tumultuous sea fortells
Hurricanes And BanEfuL Tsunamis
Have over flooded the Wells
No longer is the rain
A source of our Pain
BUt Soft drops from Heaven
Has become our slogan
Our mouths are wide open
Hour just voice must be heard
Being silenced is rebuKed
Given forth is the Word
A double you With tWo tusKs
Drives out the challENGing hues
when it all tURNS into dust
this should be the first clue
Young red blood is daily shed
code Oranges the threat
that maintains this eternal debt
T.G.I. the red, white and blood
to this We must stay tRUE
A trinity never questioned
a mysterious diMENsion never mentionEd
In a Vacuum we exIst
Where ViolENT ConsisTency persists
Divercity is blasphemy
to this, NothIng must cONtraDICt
but a Different stroke is the order
sorry coleman,no longer mono-color
A spectrum will noW govern
A ranbow will turn
The sea of lifeless greys
To flourishing greens of praise
Purple mountains of maJesty
have come to deceiVE us
and do not compare to the color of infinity
Sweet sweet is the sound
Music to my ears
Never heard before
Your omnipresence appeared
By the dawns early light so bright
Only the eyes to my soul could see
A tune so fine it can never be defined
A peace so still, how can it be
may only be found in
Another time Another place.