Goodbye Yellow! Goodbye Green!

 Goodbye sweet Yellow

Farewell Green

We hardly knew ye 

For all are gray again

 

 Now is the winter of our discontent

  No ease to summer in this land of York

Curse as clouds surround our house

Our hopes and freedoms in oceans buried

 

Now our brows are lined with furrows

Our bruised arms evidence of needles

Our merry meetings traded for alarms

Our masked superiors bumble forward

 

To what end?

We do not know

For all are gray again

 

--Excerpt,

King Dougie III