My poem

If reality is black and white then let me dream in colour dream for better dream for more In my minds eye, i prophecise Afro-haired princes - Our kingdom seeds that sprout roots deep and stems high Before fruits picked from our gardens To be cleansed in water clear behind picket fences pure Make them clean he says Make them clean Make them clean Leaving behind ivy leaves to run riot through my city Weaving between the decrepit bricks, layered cobblestones, thick stems hold him by the neck each council flat a mobile home At the mercy of the wind Our plant has been uprooted, our plant has been corrupted Twisted, sick, Dying The poison whispers sweet lies coaxing me to sleep To rest in ignorance Rest my sweet Rest in Pieces of the dead leaf crumble at the princes feat Stripped of his crown and emerald seat He watches his kingdom fall Cracked, broken defeated Unknowing of his feat The leafs cease to be break at his mercy Unknowing of his responsibility Unknowing of his roots Plucked from him were once fruits where this baron land lays Once vibrant palates where now lies decay The cause? old consequences, delayed Reverberating through decades, centuries Running rings around this old tree, my roots ancient but these leaves still breathe You should know where to find me Buried beneath history hidden Because the world is cracked and white And the boy dreams as such Because the world is cracked and white And the prince is misinformed Because Miss informed him of history clear Like water Filtered Tailored to taste There is only black and white and we misfitted hues between As bored as the grey grey walls of his schools canteen Unknowing of what is rightfully his If reality is black and white then let him dream in colour dream for better Let him dream for more Wring Destroy Sway suspension Build (shaking) Destroy Power (steady)