We paint our stress on canvases

That we thought were walls that

Block us from the horizon

Seeing that light bring me the horizon.

Paint is drying up just like the tears on your face.

You have been hurt, now you’re bleeding

The colour red just like the heart on that painting.

Keep faith in your passion and God will lead the way

Don’t smear any colour of demise on the pic,

Because its history lies beneath

All the colours, all the shapes and all the texture.

It ain’t mona lisa but it’s a perfect portrait.

It captures the infinite desires

Of destroyers who try to make the world

A living waste land.