Yellow Paint

• Angus Mawson, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2016

Likened to the rambling and the quarrel,
Painted yellow and shrowded out of view,
He durst not challenge thine moral,
He need not wear a cheek with a crimson coloured hue.
Passionate pursuit of triumph within,
Dissatisfied with any mediocre ploy,
Seldom do they ever consider him,
Furthermore, they play him like a toy.
Acceptance is an ever changing measure,
We thrive on like the sun's beam,
It bestows power, gives pleasure,
And moulds society, it would seem...
Betwixt bruises and bloodbaths, I hope,
No guilt follows such a feint,
For cowardice may hang still from a rope,
But is made a hoax by a coat of yellow paint.