A life wasted

no one can see it

between four walls

regret fills the empty room

he who is orange

he who can’t go anywhere

he who has lost his innocence

 

I see orange

rules against his words

colour is a disadvantage

orange is the one being discriminated

voices full of thirst and wanton ideas

they threaten the quietness of fighters

those who fight for rights not for violence

 

those who suffered by his juvenile days

those who hate

those who seem to not think for…

            no one but themselves

they tell the higher mountains how he stole their lives

when they can talk, walk, work, study

live without the fear of being killed at any second

those who believe that what they do is

different from what the man in orange did

they are close to rage and stupidity

for revenge to someone as innocent as they are

none

 

he is positive as the sign and prays for those 

for those who say he is danger

yet they can laugh and see the sky

they can play and have a house

the aren’t enclosed to four walls and an orange suit