Blues

A colour palette filled with the blues ,
It's stinging emotion cuts deeps as
Salt in the wounds of musical catharsis
forms its roots and watches the fruit sprout ,
A ghostly voice amongst string and brass.

A history unknown , from slavery to chart ,
critically unheard
- copied and sold in a different format ,
a stone rolls down the hill and collects gold,
leaving the waters muddy and a crown away from a king,
the sunlight strays away from the berry ,
As it's juice is appropriated for supermarket shelves.

A colour forged from whips and beating ,
a group of "negroes" break rocks in striped clothing-
the foundation of what we know , and what people know.
however , appropriated by the canvas ,
by someone shaking their hips and calling for rebellion,
from slavery to middle class ,
from feeling to an empty void.

recompense is to be made , appreciation given where due-
Wherever it may seem.