Awareness
Paint splattered canvas
With symbols of faces
Explosions of colour, vivid and bright
Psychedelic images with ugly expression
Leering from pictures as if to cause fright
Brush strokes, defiant and deliberate
Can the artist see something elusive to you and me?
Space-age faces with huge brains and sad eyes
Do they not realise that knowledge is not wisdom
And can make the soul cry?
Hearts screaming " We are sick---we're not bad
It's just our awareness has driven us mad"
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2019
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