Blue Born...

With umbilical noose
around the neck
the new born blue
joins the wreck

The first breath
is like a marathon
to begin a death
worthy of a pantheon

The cord removed
and purple turns red
prognosis improved
or so it is said

The blue born cries
in desperate exhalation
before all the lies
of human veneration

When nursed to sleep
the blue born quiets
in a slumber as deep
as the hatred of riots

As the blue born wakes
the torment returns
in a sound that breaks
on a breath that burns

The blue born protests
the most minor irritation
with unyielding distress
and no sign of cessation

The blue born unknowing
of all the world surrounding
and the art of growing
in a world so confounding

When its color calms
then quietly it stirs 
despite its qualms
with all that still occurs

The blue born's silence
will make it more appealing
and following this guidance
the blues become concealing

Constricted from birth
the blue born's life is tense
devoid of a crimson mirth
condemned to stay condensed

The blue born's grief
is subtle, and more drab
than the typical motif
of those that tend to gab

Reticent and blue
the blue born gets along
inviting nothing new
and risking nothing wrong

The blue born will die
and turn from red to blue
as mourners merely sigh
with better things to do

and the grass will grow green
and the sun will burn red
and all through the mean
all will dream of some instead...