The
paint on canvas
The
scenes will unfold
The
artists will impress
The
onlookers by the side
The
brush strokes to explain
The
dark patches rising in the horizon
The
demons of the wayward warriors
They
will not disappear from sight
On
the ground the workers carryng placards
Telling
the economy isn't rosy as the rose
There
are thorns amongst the branches
Piercing
blood the lies of pain
The
falling leaves wave
The
good life has to end
The
decades of the familiar faces
It
is time to change
The
artists draw up on canvas
The
brush strokes tell a story
The
people watch as bystanders
Knowing
the truth will set us free
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