green
the colour of freedom
a whispered memory
a mother's touch

red
the colour of blood
needlessly spilled
a river in the streets

grey
the colour of despair
but a remnant
of the candle's flame

death
a colour of...
it must be a colour
the pallor painting the father's-

green
it seems lost
among heartache, loss
will the memory ever fade?

blue
the sky under which children play
will they again?
for the sky is grey

green*
the mother's nation
birthed of strife, breach
shining through

She can be dangerous
She can be mean

She can be perfectly polished; pristine.

She can go overboard
She can be sad

She can also become undeniably mad.

Every branch of a tree has its turn
No matter the edges or the curves
It's always a story we will learn
Give this tree the love it deserves

The buds awoke and began to grow
Beneath the soil, onward they go
Force nothing and let things happen
Just like life, go with the flow

Hearts are fickle
Minds are unstable
Words becomes lies
There's no truth in their eyes

Words unspoken
Hearts got broken
A kaleidoscope of joy, sorrow and pain
A life not wasted in vain.

I can't stand society
I can't handle sobriety
And I don't know why
But I can't see
What this world has got for me

Too many people are here today
Too many idiots in my way
I don't know why
I choose to stay
There's got to be another way

I hate having to wait in long lines
I hate hearing about changing times
Everywhere I go
I can't find
A single reason not to lose my mind