Drop Of Black Poem by john tiong chunghoo

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