For Color that Cannot be Seen

My grandmother once told me that the world used to be full of color, the sky a rich blue, the grass a rich green. Buildings and people of every color, a world of magic and dreams. She also told me that a year after the birth of my mother, the government created a medicine to take away the color in the world, from the eyes of the people.

The medicine is mandatory, to be taken twice every month, paid for by raised taxes. The goal was to make the people more willing to listen, so says my grandmother, but it makes me long for days that I never got to see.

I look out the window, but all I can see is people starting to judge others for one of the two colors their skin took on. No one can see their eye colors, or the color of their hair. I don't think anyone wants to, or knows how to live in a world where color doesn't matter in the first place.

The government has made a terrible mistake and only their failures are noticed. Is this even a world any of us can be proud of anymore?