Poisoned Paint

This poem is directed to the victims of the hateful terrorism and extremism I remember my colorful childhood Black,white, yellow and red In one peaceful living painting We were so perfectly colored Then,came dark days In Inattention of colors A demon hidden in a religious paint Holding poisoned brushes And disguised in a costume of a saint at night,in the absence of all In our paint he drilled a hole And a crack happened in the paint Colors began to seep on the wall Now,no more colors except dark I pray to God to bring all colors back Death and Dying - Poetry Contest Sponsor Debbie Guzzi