A Palette of Pain

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01/11/2015 by Siddiqui Fayesal

The wretched hues dared to colour
Their Lifeless forms to Life.
They dared to dream of Hope and
Grace with fervour and delight.

The others hemmed and hawed and lilted
Aloud their trivial whines,
But their heads nodding denied
When warned about their crimes.

They rode on the crest of waves
Swollen by the fallen poor;
They walked in shoes of gold
Cobbled by their gnarly peers.

They cried loudest at the sadness
And damned their poor souls,
And threw a coin without a glance,
But with an upturned nose.

The coins clattered and jingled
As they fell upon the dying earth,
War broke over them by the folks of
Broken lives and shoddy birth.

The coins splashed their garments
With muck from the lowly streets,
Pulling the rich towards themselves
With gnashing jaws of greed.

The poor remained the poor
All through their sorry lives;
Their numbers grew as the wealthy
Fell from high upon their rides.

They fell and fell and fell with fear
Reflecting within their eyes,
As they saw their crimes rushing to
Them with arms open wide.

They wept the worst, they cried
Loud and hoarse.
They screamed their sorry and swore,
Promising remorse.

Their shouted apologies and
Streaming tears ran and ran and ran.
This man-made hell was there to
Stay forever according to plan.

Siddiqui F.


  1. First 2 lines on 19.05.2015 at work
  2. The next 10 lines also at work on 03.06.2015.
  3. the remainder at home on 01.11.2015

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