Black and White

He comes from a world of black and white
and certainty.
Certainty of death.
Destruction of his mind,
gradual but complete.
Even the blood in the streets
turns black in the end.

You want his grass to be greener,
the way you see it.
It comes so easy for you,
a once caged bird,
released,
into a multi-coloured sky.

His cage door opens by degrees,
The light beyond is blinding.
Everywhere he turns to look.
it burns.

You have learned to see
the hearts and flowers.
He only sees the writing on the wall.
Give him a new certainty
of time.
One day he’ll join you in your sky.