The Art of War

Life. Truely an ametur's attempt to mix colors of paint.

Opportunity as he mixes water that make the tones faint.

Although it was intentional of the sworning eye of creation,

He both made art by forced hand as he gave ill to nation.

A brief intro of these colors he pocessed I shall acquire,

In order to enlist better insight on each and every's attire.

The quicked-turned man that day was creating a tribute to lord

With colors Red, Yellow, and Blue brought life to the pale board

Red was amibitious, yet a bright future as it see fit,

and Yellow was calm and promised to give ease like a mit.

However, Blue was a color of saddened to be off-center,

as it always was as the cold bitnerness goes to venture.

He goes to the edges where it always brushed. 

A sky. An ocean. Anything that was rushed.

As the tradition kept going and going, its eyes with hate,

Red and Yellow always came early, and he came to late.

Sometimes he could cover the whole picture, feeling whole inside,

But then that artists came to, splashed those bright colors to ride.

This it was not that though. Feeling off once more on this creation.

Blue has had enough where it is cornered amongst every station.

That's when it came hate. Blue declared worst for the bright two pair,

As Red and Yellow ignored all plead, and commented with no care.

Red and Yellow began holding the spotlight till one day they thought,

Which of those two are the best at centered spot.

One seen the other. The other began to dismise and comment another,

about its purpose, its tone, its light, and its names they think utter.

That's when the three mixed more and more, bubbles began to burst.

Layers from their spot they launched to make things the worst.

Pigments from all begin crying water and called mercy on layering.

That's when the three colors agreed no more or it's flaring.

Things gotten rough on the canvas. On the art. On the core

The artist came back...

seen the piece...

and called it:

The Art of War