The Painting

A gift given by God 

To paint in the pictures 

I grab my supplies 

And pull out my elixirs 

What a complex painting 

It’s telling the story 

Of my people 

Who work hard

To recieve glory

Red, I chose

To give life to the death of those who are no more

Orange, I chose

To allow my sibling designs to be the new fashion uproar

Yellow, I chose

To create the songs on the wind

Green, I chose

To nurture the broken land 

Blue, I chose

To represent the tears on faces that feel to the oceans 

Purple, I chose

To not allow us to lose our royal devotion

Black, I chose

To paint the color of our skin

Now I must singe the edges on fire

To give it its true meaning 

And crumpled attire