Thursday, July 29, 2010

The Colours Of Pain

And we were swamped,
By the grey wave
With its black under tow.
It came rolling,
Thundering into town,
And we had no escape,
No protection,
And no ability to save ourselves from the pain the wave hit us with.
And in its might
It stripped our world of everything,
Shelter,
Food,
Respect.
Now everything is like the wave,
Grey.
All colour washed away,
And the only specks that remain,
Are pink triangles,
And yellow stars.

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