In order to have a colorless picture
We might as well have the big one.
Some place in the peninsular India
White clouds went truant in its sky
Some bodies went nude in capital
Near an astronomical observatory.
Black bodies in history go on sit-in
In America against a white capital
There is an acrid smoke over barn
And new white blood against black.
It is the same for bodies of all hues.
All things go up as colorless smoke.