Rose-Coloured Glasses

Oh, to see,

With my rose-coloured glasses -

For with these glasses,

I can be happy,

Never witnessing a tragedy,

Innocently ignorant to no degree.

My rose-coloured glasses,

Let me pass the days with glee,

In spite of the tragedies,

Human suffering and catastrophes.

These rose-coloured glasses,

Will cushion me from blisters,

Cover wounds of the masses,

Silence the anguish cries of my sisters.

Don’t take away

My rose-coloured glasses,

For I am not prepared,

Nor do I wish

To see the horrors,

Trials and tribulations,

Hardships and discriminations.

Let me indulge in innocence,

Sit in sunny disposition,

For only with these rose-coloured

glasses, I can avoid going insane.