Artist - Nipped In The Bud

Imprisoned on the third offence
This young aboriginal boy;
For stealing coloured crayons
That he was never to enjoy.

This bush-boy no like being confined;
He just wanna draw and paint
Those prison walls did on him press,
That tortured by constraint.

Unable to comprehend,
This young and innocent rake
Can walkabout no more
And finally his spirit... did break.

Very neatly he made a noose
From which his limp body was found;
And who's bulging eyes once viewed
The sacred land... all around.

Inflamed and inspired to draw;
This black boy's vision can never be,
Unless in Heavens realm
Coloured crayons... come free.