The World Turned Yellow and Black
We woke one morning
and the world was no longer grey.
The blues burned out,
the reds bled dry,
the greens gave up their quiet fight.
What was left
was yellow and black—
like caution tape wrapped around a dead city,
like a wasp poised to sting itself
just to feel alive.
Everything we touched
split into two:
light or shadow,
fear or fury,
truth or the comfortable lie.
We painted our faces in bright defiance,
wore the darkness like a jacket
we’d been sewing our whole lives.
In this world of yellow and black
there’s no middle,
no safe grey to hide inside.
You choose:
stand out like a flame,
or sink into the void.
And in the end
we learned what the colors meant all along—
yellow for the rage that never dies,
black for the silence that swallows us whole.
