Of this gift I do now tell
but not of duress or strife
Ebony did show the world
and brought it to the light.
As Ebony lay there dying
uttering words of writ
I see the knife that caused such strife
red smeared on all of it.
Words cannot entail
all that did go on
"I bleed so that you may see"
uttered softly as a song
Colour took purchase on the world
however all I could endure
was to take one last look into those eyes
until they shut once more.
The sight of Ebonys' blood
had brought our oppressor to his knees
"O' why could I not see past my vaunted views
please save Ebony!"
His request I could not appease
for Ebony had meet a final hour
I turn and shake my head
The man did cry and shout and cower
I then turn to the man
colour bursting in my stare
I saw the man for what he was
A father stripped most bare.
I cannot judge this man for he has lost his progeny
nor could I condemn for a hand this tragedy
I looked upon this man sullen with his ilk
and resolved to tell that there is still help.
I shared with him my gift
of which I hold most dear
To a hollow and a broken man
filled with hate and fear.
He resisted at first
like men are taught to do
but soon his gaze widened
with reds and greens and blues.
"O' I have been so wrong' he bellows
fixing me with his stare
his gaze pieced my eyes
filled with both hope and despair.
He had been so wrong
but it's what he was taught to do
a sullen man repents his crimes
he has nothing left to lose.
I sit here now on the grave of hope
spilling soul to pen
recounting the damage caused
by the vaunted views of men
I see now in colour, not grey or blacks or white.
It only took real love to truly show me sight
but now life is quite sad, but that I can endure.
for I will carry my gift, from now to evermore.