The painter

 

The paintings that portray illusions

And the painter that admits the accusations

He does so behind the misty scenes

So as to disguise his horrible sins

He claims he was chosen by fate

He claims he is not connected to hate

But yet he is the “owner” of the art gallery

 

He thinks he can justify all nasty pledges

With an exaggerated diplomatic edge

Of recent his paintings have been a fade

I wonder what happened to the red

For someone who is into abstract painting

It does not justify the pictures he is emptying

And here was a painter

 

You should see the way he walks

You should see the way he talks

He truly thinks he is a gentleman

When he is the famous thief who stole Insane

But forgive him for he thinks he is right

Right in believing in his might

His might as a painter

 

Meet on the point of obstruction

Found on the highway of destruction

He is thin why is he not getting fatter?

For the case of the missing money is the matter

But all is justified under the guise of diplomacy

Justified by an invisible autocracy

Of the “witty” painter

  

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"He claims he was chosen by fate
He claims he is not connected to hate
But yet he is the “owner” of the art gallery"
Here in the USA. Few successful painters. I met most on boardwalks or a downtown area in the city. To me a successful painter is lucky. To control a brush and create beauty. Your poem left me with question. Most artist are odd. Their vision more scary than the normal folk. I like the closure of the poem. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Mufaro Kudakwashe Joseph Mangono]

Thank you Coyote but in this piece the painter was referring to a dictator of a country.
In the second stanza.... I wonder what happened to the red. I was referring to blood shed. For some reason dictators have a cunning way with words to justify their deeds Napoleon, Hitler etc. thanks for the review