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.