Colour

The painting stood there for years it was said,

But It wasn’t made of paint, instead blood of those who were dead.

On the canvas lay tears,

Eyes could sense the fears,

Of those who were ruthlessly killed,

Wasted was the beautiful life they had build.

George Floyd was killed a week ago,

He was an innocent man you know.

He was targeted by racism,

And got stuck in the death prism.

That man and many more black people are losing their lives,

Why are people taking out their heart’s knives.

God has given us a different colour,

So that our life’s painting is not duller.

To all the racist people out there,

We’re not living on a paper of white,

Blends of colour is what makes this paper complete and bright.

Colour highlights the goodness in one,

It shouldn’t mean that a person’s done.

White or black,

We’re all humans of God’s track.

It’s time to fill those paint brushes with colours of bliss,

And repaint that painting into one with this-

Black and white people holding each other’s hand,

And together they form a single strand,

Of Equality,

Not superiority.