love

I painted peace

I had a box of colors —
bright, alive and bold
I had a box of colors —
some warm, some very cold.
I didn’t have red for the blood of the wounded
I didn’t have black for the cry of the orphans
I didn’t have white for the face of the dying
I didn’t have yellow for the burning sands.
But, I had orange for the joy of life;
and green for the shoots and nests
and blue for blue skies
and pink for dreams and rest
I sat down and painted peace.

By a young female,
Sacred Heart School, Uganda