A parked canvas

In the floating stable sky,

The earth-boat stops.

The canvas chokes with dread-brushes,

Hues blur in the blues.

Killing terror,

And killing the terrorists

Not the same, the painter says,

With strokes of colour-speeches

For then, another crisis, a misfit

Will be reborn, in style

Leaving the living, dead.

A daunting, engaging, intelligent, creative task ahead

To uproot the school, free the pupils.

For then, life lives

Sky glows,

Earth sails

Canvas continues