Color my world, 7

COLOR MY WORLD, 7. It is the day of the sun, and the sun came in late. It is December the 25th, the day of hoping for that which is best for all peoples of the world. We do not forget: the homeless, the wretched, the poor, the oppressed, those who have become collateral damages for things ideological, imperial, super-power dreams of psychopaths also known as world leaders of capital and its impossible greed and avarice. We do not forget. Instead, we resist, and think of colors of, and in, the world even in this otherwise drab and grim existence. Aleppo comes to mind, and all other communities similarly situated. The homeless of New York City, San Francisco, Portland, London, Manila. The victims of all these iniquities too many to count. Ah, yes, color my world. PDX, 25 Dec 2016.