Colors and Words

Let’s read old books,
Because old books are read for absolutes,
And the smell of paper,
And hidden treasures

Let’s set so called “art” aside,
Because abstractions are silliness,
Liberality now left for dead,
Hopeless laziness

Let’s foster life in reality,
Plants and people,
God’s things on earth,
What he meant for us to touch and taste

Let’s leave for utopia:
Scholasticism, fellow men,
The tome we abandoned for gray subtleties,
As if we could match stars’ end

Let’s make them cringe,
The rebels in their pit,
Clutching colors and words,
Seething because the world’s made up of numbers

Let’s build a tower that touches the sky,
One that isn’t made for us,
Let’s bring all things together,
And celebrate a world of hard work