Creation is fantastic
Like leaves blowing in wind
Evident in music, painting
Writing or speaking
Whistling its tune.
Every colour enables the rainbow
Each pivotal shade
Poised in splendour
Enriched by magic
Spellbound in stone.
As Cancer of austerity stalks
Leaving anger burning
Senses and minds boiling
Prisoners of rotten malaise
Seek new vibration.
Words that mold
In poetic sequence
Channeling messages
In this catastrophic botch
Of hope and reparation.
Instrumental sounds
Surge the staves
Reaching a crescendo
Shaking the regime
Sending shockwaves through the nation.
