Primary Palette: A Poem

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A/N: Different title, right? You'll see at the end why I called it that. 

People are trying to earn a penny here and there

Trying to fill the cupboards which are bare

Cries of anguish fill the air

Noises that nobody can bear

It breaks my heart to see

Their emaciated bodies

Black and blue bruises

Hollow eyes

Bloody red noses

Cracked, chapped lips

Gnarled hands

Calloused feet

Destitute people find refuge in the dilapidated bases

Finding odd jobs, traveling with their battered suitcases

With everyone seeing their weary faces

As a few attempts to sell some laces

They are robbed and attacked with spiky maces

The thieves run away with frantic paces

All of them different races

Running past yellow shattered vases

It still doesn’t change the fact that

People are trying to earn a penny here and there

Trying to fill the cupboards which are bare

And that

Cries of anguish fill the air

Noises that nobody can bear 

A/N: I mentioned all the primary colors: red, yellow, and blue. 

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