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The sky I look up to is overcast,
Orange fumes rising from the blast,
Grey clouds mock & drift away,
Only the pain is here to stay
Saffron the colour of sacrifice,
Now adorns the messengers of malice,
The Blue wheel rotates once in 5 years,
Unending lies, masks & the same tears,
Prosperity reflected by the humble Green,
Is twisted to portray monetary means.
The White sits silent and bleeds for me,
Ruthlessly butchered by the powers that be.
Amidst this pain and macabre view,
I sense a turmoil & a rising long overdue,
The sky will clear & I’ll no longer burn,
Deep inside I know my colours will return…