touched by the fist of God we rise with paint cans we take to the streets instruments of change in our hands
i'll color your red with black and blue hey orange headed ******, you need a new hairdo
i'll color your blue with a realistic earth tone remind you of the cost of all of the gauntlets you've thrown
pastel pretty pinks for your weasely face paint your town yellow to highlight your disgrace
stand up for the little guy! stand up for your rights! pen is mightier than sword in this spray can respite
i'll color your sorrow in gold i'll color your weakness in bold vibrant spray paint clear coat so we can see all the lies that you've told
touched by the fist of God paint can revolution coming round stop bystandering your way through life and bring color and class to your town
This is one of my oldest poems that was written as I began to really get into painting. I took a tour to D.C. and got to see some of the revolution expressions of art that was so famous from Andy Warhol to John Trumbull. Art is beautiful and we need to keep creating it!
Also, I adapted the original political statements in the second and third stanza to reflect our current political climate. Otherwise, I did very little editing to this piece. I love its infantile simplicity.