Mixed Media on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the back.
Sirens wailing, people crying,
The media broadcasts,
Of the hate, the fear, the love that’s dying,
The good that never lasts,
And I can't watch.
A canvas stands alone,
Pure white as snow,
And it would be so wrong,
To leave it unbeknown.
I’m rushing through my mind,
To find just one hope,
Before this cold and heartless world,
Turns utterly to stone.
And I can’t watch.
I have to paint,
Paint it all.
And I can’t watch