White canvas
A splatter of yellow and pink
Shades of green all over
Ugly blotches of black
Oozing through the cracks streams of crimson red.
Wails in the background
Screams in the foreground
Pain shooting through the chest
As metal finds its mark.
Their good deed done for the day
But they continue on their way
The vision is high
The good Lord will applaud
They will win accolades…or so they say.
- Rukma
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