Drop Of Black

a colourless world nearly blinded me until i find the beauty of rainbow and flowers that the little red ball, yellow dash between the indians' eyes is the seat of god close your eyes you find a ring of flame at the strategic realm of sacredness that only through the black you get that steely nasal jazzy tone that psyches you up for the day, challenges ahead cool, steady unblemishable as onyx and ebony that yellow is the river that feeds a quarter of world surging relentless through rocks, sand, mud to spawn a people of equal toughness that white is always the page the world uses to pen deals attributes innocence and quality of holiness and that in it, justice would shine bright as angel and clear as a dropp of black