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Rated: E · Poetry · Cultural · #2179068
A poem about how society has changed, throught the work of an artist.
A painter sits
Alone and in solitude
Staring at a portrait
He paints of society

He starts at the bottom,
The beginning of time
It is wild and unkept
Colours outside of the lines

Animals, they roam
Without boundaries, birds soar
Evolution is yet
To rise from the core

Then he goes on,
a short while at least
showing the first signs of red
with flickers of heat

On he goes, some colours cutting short
Not everyone continuous, some deaths not fought

Later still, and colours go dark
Hunger and suffering
Stories of the Ark

Hope is seen,
Although followed by war
The strength of emotion
Soul from soul were tore
Red becomes blackening
An oozing dark brown
The painting becomes abyss
No colour to be found

Quickly, we move, into more hopeful times
Slavery abolished, creates beautiful lines

And swirls, they continue
As women gain voice,
And independent, they emerge
In a bid to fight

But war, it strikes, and so civil liberties abided
Courageous young men, flee to fight it

Heroes return, some do not
In fields of red
They are never forgot

Whilst the portrait shows red, not all is blood
Some is hope, some is sadness
some a reminder that be intolerant, we should not.

And without a doubt, more will fill the space
That currently is snow white,
With anger and hate

But yellow will emerge, and silver too
And gold, and purple
With hints of blue.
So the artist, he sits,
Quiet, at work
In his studio, he paints
Us out of the dark.



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