Answer:
When it comes to me, you go on red and stops on green. What am I?
When I am caught I am thrown away. When I escape you itch all day.
I've been argued on my color. Without me you'll die. So many attempts on your life use me so make sure you have many of my White friends.
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?