Softly and subtly the colors of oppression unfurl
A new land invaded and led on
With the promise of liberation, the lying mouth's lips curl
And witness the newly fashioned desolation
But with this flag there is something amiss
The blood has sullied the honor
And the greed has consumed the truth
These colors are a façade masking the crimson tinted oil
See how their renown drains out like the blood spilled in their name
Red spreads through the white and smothers the blue
Valor and justice decay into obedience without question
An army of robots stamps out perceived dissent and cries
Freedom as it enacts its masters; policy of v
Softly and subtly the colors of oppression unfurl
A new land invaded and led on
With the promise of liberation, the lying mouth's lips curl
And witness the newly fashioned desolation
But with this flag there is something amiss
The blood has sullied the honor
And the greed has consumed the truth
These colors are a façade masking the crimson tinted oil
See how their renown drains out like the blood spilled in their name
Red spreads through the white and smothers the blue
Valor and justice decay into obedience without question
An army of robots stamps out perceived dissent and cries
Freedom as it enacts its masters; policy of v
These dusk-filled skies, before the trails of a master painter's lies,
Belie the comfort in which he would claim we live.
For beneath those swirling oils
Are the arduous toils
That truly fill our miserable lives.
See! the delicate fingers deftly move
To soften offending hue,
The crimson pools of fallen tools
Give way to the calm of grays and blues.
Know! far too long have our voices
Been chained by past choices;
Our actions a product of old affiliations and factions
We all ignored that oft drawn sword, and now
As he sits and eats crumpets the sounds of his trumpets
Now send us on to perpetual war.
All the while, the painter smi
Epic titles aside this is mostly just a promise to myself to resubmit a lot of art and hopefully begin to start contributing to the gallery. Due to not altogether unforeseeable circumstances and certainly ones to reminisce upon, this gallery up and disintegrated. Simply put: existence as I both knew it and thought it would continue as shattered to reveal a different path and though this one is slightly trickier to tread I am grateful for the trials that shape me and thankful that I still continue in a generally pleasant existence!
I apologize in advance for the repeat deviations that may flood the in-boxes of those who most likely only vague