Hue-mongous pun efficiency.

Brown, no

Orange, red!

Golden amber

Waves instead then

Fire! Shoot!

Until he's dead then

Take his clothes

To a wiser man

Let it grow, let it grow

The son of man knows

Green, yes

Yellow, blue?

It's a rather

Alarming hue

Dead! Dead!

Blue skinned and bled

Take their thoughts

To far away ports

To a wiser man instead

Black, huh?

White and grey

Ashen chalk

Powder grey that's

Laid over blue

All in a pile that's

Too deep to dig through

To that most alarming hue

Set on golden amber sand

To be ferried off

To a wiser man