A Terrible Artist




You paint nature 
on the canvas of life - 
As per your whims, 
fancies and pride - 
Using your tools, 
you give colour to eyes, 
Hair, rainbows, dreams, 
wind, water, wine. 

You give colour 
 to memories sunken dry,
Dust, light, air, 
space, night, sky, 
Fire, leaves, laughter, 
hopes, future, stars; 
You give colour 
to present and past. 

But then you snatch it all 
away in your hunger and greed,
Thirst for power, 
pleasure of skin; 
Abusing these colours 
with careless might, 
Spilling them over, 
welcoming plight. 

You scrape colour from the mountains 
to build your walls, 
Steal some from the rainbows 
to fill your flags, 
Snitch colour from the night 
and force it on the heart, 
Seize some from the whales 
and invest it on the lips. 

All at a heavy cost! 
And now you don't own your loss. 
You are a terrible artist. 

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