If I took a brush and painted the world,
I’d fail to describe how joys are withheld,
How anguish is spread by the cruel war engines,
But one thing is sure, I’ll portray the Vengeance.
the Vengeance I preach is food for the weak,
the lost and the tortured whose futures seem bleak;
to give them back courage and help them to speak,
and light up their faces; put smile to a cheek.
Vengeance-“Is mine”, and so says the Lord,
It will be mere folly to question his word,
So put down your guns- he’ll make wars to cease;
and quell all your sorrows, your troubles do freeze.
this Vengeance, this gospel,
Is freedom, good God’s tool,
So loosen your bondage,
hold freedom as hostage.
This vengeance is clean; the air that we breathe,
This vengeance is green; the plants that we eat,
A vengeance inexpensive; the best things are free,
This vengeance is locked; survival is key.
When life drops before you, a plate of cold stones,
This vengeance is recipe for ripe fruits and scones,
Should pupils be painted, the colour of hatred,
Keep your fingers locked, this vengeance means patience.
For brave men and boys, whose curse is to war,
whose lives are, to freedom, what red is to blood,
For the dead and the dying, that demand relief
-this vengeance, for widows, is good handkerchief.
“No finger is equal”, a cruel word hindrance,
On this life you see, we all must take vengeance,
Be vengeful and wroth, but what is our foe?
-the classism; segregation, that is our deepest woe.
For the weak and the feeble, those helpless and poor,
A hue and cry, an anthem to live for,
Do not despair, nor regret- continue in your war,
To survive- not forget- is what vengeance stands for.
Artwork by Kenart