Painted With Naivety
An artist's vision, free from canvas,
Of soaring concrete columns
Of hectic surging streets
Of endless deafening frenzy,
Veils the bitter scourge
Of the unseen underworld,
Like the choking, acerbic smog
That ascends from the screeching metal bugs
That wander weather beaten roads.
More silent than death,
More deadly than poison,
They contrive against the guiltless,
The innocents that live in the
Delusional artist's dream.
We see clearly.
The caustic smog, the villain's veil
Does not blind us,
For they have already revealed
Too much to our weary eyes.
So we chase a prize we cannot win
Fight a battle that shall not end
For the sake
Of the enchanted dreamers
For the faithful artist
For the smiling innocents
So that their idealistic painting
May one day be true.