the many colors they forget to see

 

The Moos

The true color has been known

The time when the party was registered

It is only for one race

Formed by the Old Man

The party got it going

On a race ignoring the many colours

Floating in his eyes

Now he was kicked out

The party he helped to form

He has nowhere to go

So he swallowed his pride

Hopped in to help the crocodiles

An enemy once he was the wolf chief

Now he hopes to gain traction

But he has become irrelevant

The Moos and crocodiles

Talking on their own kind

They don't see the many colours

Floating in their eyes