Black-Colored Glasses

I was given a prompt: "Reality Has Never Betrayed Me." This is the result.

These glasses I wear are black, not rose.
Do my opinions only attract foes?
War veterans living on the street.
Why is no one stopping to meet and greet?
Bowing heads and praying in school.
Does this only lead to being deemed 'uncool'?
Children with bruises black and blue.
Maybe that's just a side effect of a different hue?
Women raped and men walk free.
If glasses of children were black, is this what they would see?
Young ones pregnant and giving birth.
What ever happened to families sitting in front of the hearth?
Death, destruction, war on us all.
Has this country gone into a free-fall?
Look around and wonder you might see.
Might that be beauty that to one can be?
The twinkling jewels sewn in to the landscape above.
Perhaps like Columba, the heavenly dove?
Maybe the seasons: winter, fall, summer, spring.
Why not take into account the smallest things?
In everything beauty can be found.
For future use, where shall it be bound?
Look for beauty bright and bold.
Where can one dearly hold?
Then reality might be more fair than fairy tales.
Might not that be more tempting than a jail?
For that is what constitutes a fabricated dream.
A falsehood bursting apart at the seam?
The sun on one's face, the butterfly on the wind: oh, what could bring such bliss.
Reality, though dark, holds such beautiful promises as this.

Author's Note

Not my favorite, but I expanded my boundaries, so it's understandable. Thoughts?

Reviews

[Kestrova]

I very much enjoy the rhyming scheme on this one; it has a rhythm that changes in accord with the topic, I find. I particularly like the wording with "Why not take into account the smallest things?". It has a nice length and it's never dull or repetitive.