Grey

Grey
As the evening skies
Which encircle us.
Grey
As the smoke billowing
Not too far from us.

Grey
As the glasses
Through which
Truth turns fuzzy.

Grey
As the soot
Which envelopes
Our brittle hearts.
Coloured by hate
Seeping from within.

Grey
As death —
Of reason,
And humaneness.

Grey
Is the gloom
That the future portends.
For grey
Is the choice
We have made.

Anshu, 26 Feb 2020