Tea Cosy Revolution

I own this book, which is my inspiration for this poem.

Humans.
Once creative, free dreaming,
imagining, laughing, living,
being weird, looking at sheds.

The Palette of humanity was full of colours;
some beautiful and cashed up,
others odd and different, many dark and awful.

The Palette of Colours was the make-up
of human beings and their emotions.
The who they were, not just clinical notions.

Now humans hold an empty Palette devoid of colours.
There is only black and white;
Humans don’t even know how to find the grey.

When a number discovered a Tea Cosy,
no one knew what it was.
They didn’t understand the colours,
yet they were moved, and something changed.

The Tea Cosy was taken and studied in secret;
So began the filling of the human Palette with colours,
and the Great Tea Cosy Revolution.

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