Nazists went hard to the steel with concrete
defacing our virgin white shores
with their wicked madness
We had no say
Piles of crap
so horribly bleak
triggered you and me both
We wailed and groaned
for year after year
Up un till now lately
when a sassy guy in tatty rags
answered the call from Domesday
and went totally, utterly, crazy berserk
With feisty strokes of color on can
- from shrimp over beetroot
to blue and yellow -
he killed the nightmare,
and makes grey the wacky orange of tomorrow!
Over the song of the sea
in glitter and glitz next morning
the blemish - transformed and bizarre -
soars to Heaven at first dawn
Now sending chills down the spine
Thus without gloom
and horror
Kamete
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