Economy Poem by Naveed Khalid

Our poor economy, struggle between classes,
and the school of thought; all amount to nothing,
not a penny counts, full of empty pockets,
a fight o'er 'Ruskin's Unto This Last',
that in exchange of words, 'he threw me against the picture
with such (subtle) violence that I broke the glass
with the back of my head; and the imprint of that image,
is still viewed as a masterly work of my Father's blood in veins,
which when through the painted roses, not yet grew to light,
I look at my poor lot, and love in heavenly clothing,
upon the wall of brittle clay, falling, falling...
breaking, breaking...our hearts forever!

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Sunday, December 16,2012 7: 03: 51 PM

* Picture _Able & Cain A/C Tinca Tinca