Title: God's paint brush
Date created: unknown
Author: Ash

God's Paint Brush

Regretfully it's something I call the truth
That I'm like a lick of  brown paint
On a largely white wall of youth.
They say colour shouldn't  matter
That God painted us  from the same pallet
But there be those
Who refuse to drive down this road
They want to forget God
And create their own  highway code
To them to kill and hate
Represents them and their way
Spawn of Devil or angels led astray
It's a question mark, I place over myself
When I wake each morning I go somewhere
That's supposed to be safe
Luckily no threats of death have come knocking
On my brown door
But notes of hate have been posted
Through my letterbox carrying words of abhor.
To mock one's colour, is to mock God's paint brush
To mock God's paint brush
Is to mock the art that made us.
Yet in this island, I call my home
All colours aren't as shiny
As glitter that's gold,
It appears that one thought is unfortunately right
That extinct be justice
Because the colour of justice is white.

Ash