Friday, April 18, 2008
A vibrant canvas now blank
And pierced and torn by the activist's scissors
Patches where colour remain
die a slow death
Terrorised by
the radicals threatened by the vision in your brushstrokes
Destroyed by your very audience
You stood high on a wide wall for them
With colours to amuse them
With textures to soothe them
and love that poured forward
Betrayed
You cease to exist ¶ 21:17
And pierced and torn by the activist's scissors
Patches where colour remain
die a slow death
Terrorised by
the radicals threatened by the vision in your brushstrokes
Destroyed by your very audience
You stood high on a wide wall for them
With colours to amuse them
With textures to soothe them
and love that poured forward
Betrayed
You cease to exist ¶ 21:17
