Colours On A Torn Canvas Poem by Stephen Omolori

I fear telling you my favourite colour is red,
Because you loathe the family Scot led.
When I step out in overall coal black,
You think crime isn't far from my back!
Because my creeping shadow isn't white,
Won't I be received by the Throne of Light?
I'd get an Oscar for being Wilde and loving pink,
Even when my right pushes sanity to the brink.
No sympathy for citizens feeling blue
From first timers or despots ruling anew.
For questioning the misrule of the purple,
My activism is made jest of by the people.
Sincerity shines brighter than Midas' gold
While hypocrisy is an ugly sight to behold.
The crown tells me that the land is green,
Yet I see starving mouths on my TV screen.
I see contrasting colours on this torn canvas,
But the old Painter painting is never nervous!