Grey clouds and blood hounds
Sharp blades of vampires
Blazing oranges of veld fires
The crackling of flames
Like the sweet melodies
Of church choirs

The sky was a dark blue
When we stood on a queue
Hurriedly practicing to chew
Hoping we'd have something to bite
Before we assemble and prepare to fight
Off the demons willing us to lose sight
And give in to the urge to flight

Scarlet double edged daggers
On the rusting hands of helpless beggars
Witnessing the wealthy munching on burgers
Wearing the remains of peacock feathers
They must feel like trend setters

The greens of envy
On brown eyes
Trailing after the gravy
Dripping down the chins
Of the men who appeared to be pervy
With shining wrist watches
On hands throwing a flick of their riches
Around

The fading streaks
Of white paint
On the hungry kids
Who were ready to faint
Tired of wandering down barely lit streets
On empty stomaches
And heavy bones
As if to meet the ends
Right before they met each other
For that promised
Their continued destitution

Oh look! A flicker of pink
A speck of gold
And I still think
If I could mould
Clay
I swear I'd have a room full of you