Life began on the seat of a Ford <br /> Black was on white, bottom or not, <br /> Blossoming those two in view of the Lord. <br /> Could only the devil affected a stop. <br /> The force of Kingdoms may try, <br /> Yet the union was destined a Virus to drop <br /> Very soon at hand a disastrous cry. <br /> <br /> Appearing in September -- a bad time to enter <br /> A color not white, nor black, but blue <br /> Through hunger and cold of the long hard winter <br /> spring found the baby happy, healthy, and true. <br /> But a blue bodied child lives without love, <br /> And the rear of a Ford too mobile to chase. <br /> No God in heaven looking down from above <br /> To give our Virus a touch of his grace. <br /> <br /> So into the world outward and up <br /> Hearing ever so often the mutter, <br /> "The is not a place this table your cup <br /> Ain't it enough to live in the gutter?' <br /> Passing of time, with a body of blue <br /> Nothing could change it regardless of all <br /> The arms, the legs, the belly was true <br /> Forever an ever blue was her hue. <br /> <br /> The doctor who looked stroked his chin <br /> Her peers would gasp with amaze <br /> Ultra Virus would hide and wish she'd not been <br /> Her emotions a fire, ablaze. <br /> Black on black and white on white <br /> Yet blue a colorless core <br /> Nothing perfected nor anything right <br /> Blue hue a thing to abhor. <br /> <br /> One night in a rage of respite <br /> Ultra drew her razor sharp blade <br /> Extracted her eyes in a horrible fright <br /> But survived with abundance of aid <br /> None color, not blue, black or white <br /> Out of mind her past was laid <br /> Pain, hurts fade -- fade into night.<br /><br />Charles Harding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ultra-virus-blue-color-blind/
