You Can Repaint It Poem by Vincent Igwilo

Blurry, fiery painting
Life presents
Fate moves the brush
Up and sideways he swirl

Canvas of dull colours
Blue I know is among
But peace, I still don't feel
The child looks on with gloomy face

The artist wore a black coat
A grim look on his face
He laughs mysteriously
As he does his piece

His piece a dog
Whiskers sloping down
Paws hanging slightly
Eyes all misty

Situation feels hopeless
'Cause the victim
Couldn't reason
He didn't know that he is an artist

It went on and on
Till he decided to give it a shot
And at the first thought
He produced a master piece

Blurry, fiery painting
Life presents
Fate moves the brush
Up and sideways he swirl

Destiny is not a road
Made for us;
Rather it is the path
We choose for ourselves