Artless World

How Deeply black that World without Art
How truly awful that beating Heart
Minds exploding voluntarily to escape
The war of Monotony taking place
on landscapes of level and plain fields
No relief from the pains and strains
No fleeting moment, nor respite, at ones door
No escaping that persistent condition
No remedy in grasp or in vision
No beauty in the cell, grey matter
Where grey only does dwell
Dark and dank, miserable and Hostile
Broken souls with no will, of their own.
We couldn't endure, survive, live-on
With a vacuous primary there can be no other.
Desperately clinging to any form with potential
And hoping just hoping that it might
One day shine bright in this World without Art.
I'd smuggle some in, if it were possible
And damn the consequences, for a worthwhile cause.
I'd import a small part of art into this rotting core
Then I'd stand back in Macroscopic view

And watch that tiny piece spread and grow
I'd watch the faces nurture smiles wider and wider
As art engulfs, rather than passes them by
Journeying throughout this blank palette:  the planet.
Art, into a big black hole, and the new World is filled
With abundance, radiating, reverberating, throughout the globe.

 The old primary removed and reform taken place
Art replaced, that outdated game, once standing so high.
Now that old primary, makes no more and does die.
Art for the masses, art for the few, Art in the World, it's for me and for you.