Curse of the Colourless Star

They want to put Them All in carton boxes, West and East, no In Between Stuck in Concrete Rectangular Cuboids

They waddle in lines of Black White Suits Only marching on Cue when The Lights Flick Green

Distracted by The Stars on The Binary Squares Always searching, No-one talking

With vigour I write This Poem

Pencil Screeching against The White

With determination I launch The Pin into The Wall Trapping The Paper forever against The Bricks

A Wrench Against The Machine; The Curse of The Colourless Star