Celestial Canvas Of Concession
Celestial Canvas Of Concession1 min 6.8K 1 min 6.8K
We drew lines on this World map,
When did we forget to Fill in the gaps?
Devoid of color the land Lays,
Basking in the sun rays.
From the sun that sets Leaving it hazy,
After its morning feasts, Bloating, so lazy.
And when color paints This sphere basking in Grey,
In the pallet of the colors of morals we Play.
We always taught Children to not color out Of the undulating lines,
So tell me, why are we Coloring the countries Blue of water every Time. I read the Headlines?
A splash of red color Paints the borders in Blood stains,
The color of anger Oozes out from the Muddle of veins.
Dousing the Paintbrushes in the Oceans,
After spraying grey paint Into the air of the Explosions.
The paintbrushes; our Swords,
In the fists of Megalomaniac hordes.
Slightly brush the white Of peace in the artwork,
Drop it into the blue of Murk.
Watch it dance in hues,
To the serene of blue.