By Take the Gaza Strip, allow it to be your canvas,
Tilt the canvas a little away, from the sun,
Strip naked, the little stick figures,
So you can give them something to mourn and cry for.
Splash a little bit of determination on them,
Get a little cold-blood in the process,
Wear a thin layer of compassion,
And you might, just maybe,
Be able to kill them right,
As much as it pains you.
Build the picturesque scene of war,
Bring out the shades of debris,
Fill in the orange flames that continue to
Burn the scattered ashes of bodies,
Little children.
Dip a paintbrush into confusion and conflict,
Highlight the tears and losses of mothers,
Create a little more of the vibrant
Screams, then hold on
Mix in the browns and the reds,
So no one knows where the
Blood stops running, for it does not stop
But they can see it starts from the mothers
Draw in the blues,
Then watch them all laugh
Because they’ve cried much too much for the
Dead City
Finally, give it that finish touch,
Emphasis on despair,
All important,
Oppression,
In a child’s eye,
It’s the children that are suffering.
Ohhh this is a beautiful poem!!!!!!! You must have entered this in some poetry competition. I have one or two small ideas on certain words,…my thought is to retain as much as possible the idea of painting and drawing….As a comment on what is happening there,,,or what isn’t happening there….”What goes around, comes around” if you understand my meaning, I believe this universe is held together by scientifc laws that are reflections of spiritual laws…the supreme uniting law, in my opinion is “Cause and Effect”. the suffering that is caused, well we already see the effects, and the ones who are causing the suffering, there are multiple actors in this scene. Nothing is simple, Yet it can be described in this way, cause and effect,,I have given up praying for the resolution long ago….I mean I do care, but I used up all my caring…now I just sit and numbly register the latest news when it appears…This is why your poem is so important, it peels away the scabs that have grown over our caring, and praying. And just for a few moments…we are fresh to hurt again for the sadness of the situation….
Yeah, another thought I have is about the subject matter of the painting. I get the “color the pains” but who….a little more specifically is feeling this pain in the painting? I would humbly suggest that it would be a good idea to follow through on what is introduced in the first stanza, the “stick figures”