Clear blue skies
dotted with dirty grey clouds,
no sign of rain
even the sun’s in hideout.
Is the universe sending a message?
Or is it just another bad day?
When colour dictates supremacy
and decides who has a say.
To say we’re all tired
is an understatement;
when did a space of mindless scrolling
become a battlefield of judgment?
Ah, there we go, pitch black!
The stars that used to shine
are sitting back
afraid of their bloodlines.
Black and white
they always looked good together;
but lately, it’s either one or the other,
let’s just blame it on bad weather.
