A Dream of Transitions

How can our crimson blood be traded with crime-ridden green?
When did green start producing euthanizing rainbows?
When did the rainbow have its endless colors separated into two: white and black,
And how did the black eagle morph into an orange peacock?

Why are we born naked, if we end up walking masked?
How did people misspell ecosystem as egocentrism?
How did we close ourselves to wonder, and blindly conform to the will to overpower?
Did you just say "died for you" or "die, you!"?

How did the butterflies fly and come back as pretty lies?
How did a bridegroom grow into an elephant in the room?
How was a queen size bed replaced by a couch that's bad?
And how three-lettered "I do" could quickly be overthrown by seven-lettered "fuck you"?

Can we say "us" instead of "them",
Or gaze at "thou" instead of "it"?
Can we really dream of something more than the dreamy reality,
if the reality puts us into a perpetual dream?
If we ever wake up, can we make everything left of the story right,
by writing a story from the right to the left?