Prompt: write a future poem.
A probably-not-going-to-happen idea
That everyone realizes they live in fear
Of the differences between us all
Their love of the sameness is at fault
How boring to see only one tree of green
Or one red rose is all you could see
No colorful sunsets, soft yellow only
Wouldn’t you consider it sad, even lonely?
Instead, let us hope for a better future
Where all colorful differences are nurtured.