Paint, I say!
You planet of artists with vibrant palettes of destruction, paint!
Paint with the fine brush of carnage!
Look at your canvas, once clean and beautiful.
Feel pride, artists. Your work will stand the tests of time.
For your children will know what you have done, and will their children.
Viewers will gawk, weep, and shout.
Never has a work of art inspired such emotion.
But the line between fame and infamy is a fine one.
So look upon your work, artists.
Your arsenal of colors is most impressive.
Reds like the blood of species quelled for your scarves and coats.
Oranges like your fires that ravaged ecosystems and decimated populations.
Yellows like the symbols on your fantastic weapons, capable of annihilating entire land masses.
Greens like the fields and forests you depleted to expand pointless empires and the wallets of the few.
Blues like the once beautiful oceans you filled with your garbage and skies you filled with your smog.
Purples like the flowers that once covered plains and sustained countless insects.
Yes, yes.
You have truly painted a spectacular picture.
One that is in the true imagine of man.
Are you proud, artists?
Of your rainbow that destroyed the planet?
What will you paint now that all your palettes contain are hues of brown and black and gray?
~ Celli (LittleItaly)