You stole my walls

And painted them red

 

Desire, a paint brush

Anger, the acrylic

Red, the colour of the rebel

 

I danced on the streets with the gay

I slept in the empty corners of the muddy pavement

Wrapped in the flags of protest

It was your hunger, I had for breakfast

 

I kissed the first drops of rain

I bathed in rivulets of sweat

The blue had long been washed away

 

But you never knew, did you?

That all I wanted to be was a wall

Colourless and plain

Just a wall, colourless and plain