Technicolor Dreams

I don’t dream in Technicolor,
These days, I don’t dream at all;
Ev’ry hope I had’s gone missing
Harsh realities, withal

Yes, the world is sad and violent
And, for many humans, Hell:
People hate, and they will murder
Others who hate them, as well

Hating does not need a sanction
It’s a thing that humans do:
Many times a day it happens.
She and he and me and you

Bear the price of so much sorrow,
Teardrops pouring down in streams;
Wishing we could give the grieving

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