Ode to a Colour

It can be something between the size of a tennis ball and a chair,
And about the size of a canary
No smaller than a wasp or bigger than a sun,
As exotic as bananas and lemons
But as plain as butter and eggs.
A veritable blossom of colour for Van Gogh
But better composed with red and blue for Pie Mondrian.
A degrading and enforced star for 30's and 40's Jews
While a heretic's cape for Spanish Inquisitors
But painted skin to Romans
And the bones and skin of gods for Egyptians,
Happiness glory and wisdom according to China.
A rose by another name
May be a pansy or a coward.
Bold display for the Vatican City and the Holy Roman Empire
While command's emblem on the U.S.S Enterpise
Around and outside you when you're in a New York taxi.
Altogether Optimistic and reasonably pleasurable
Though duplicity has it as maddenningly envious of jealousy
Caution though, it is in light to the eyes.
I personally wear it proudly on my face.
It is in all of these, but named by none.