I saw breath in full color
Rotting scarlet stains on the lips of my Queen.
Hear them, those scavengers of trust.
Filling the corners of this bedroom with hypocritical specifics.
They are careful with their tricks, playing the game of Queens and Power in a silhouette of innocence.
They vibrate in chords, and chant tongues of evil written in vine and honey.
Cursive ink cutting across my queen's leaking bed, I can hear their hearts from this bedside.
I'm studying the the room with regret for pouring hope Into hands of painters,
Rotting scarlet stains on the lips of my Queen.

I see a painting on their lips
One by brush, by mouth, by poison
By hands of those she loved,
a piece of art written on these men like braille.
one you can see with closed eyes.
I see a painting in rotting scarlet.
With a painter crying blood, aloud on the right of my Queen.
Holding her hand,
holding it with the same hands that painted the trick.
Kissing it, same lips that poised the plan.
What a shame?

"If I die, ask these walls.
blame the ceiling for staying silent.
Sing a song of peace to my people but don't speak in this tongue.
Our tongue is a corrupt with conspiracy
Say, Pani deya bulbuleya, ki bunaada.
Teriyan Pani deya, bulbuleya, ki bunaada teriyan.
Tell the flowers, I tried too but they'll petal with the song
YHWH!"

© Kaiso Isaac