Colours of the Night

Your finding is like colours of the night,
This drove my exciting senses in some light.
They loved the small children dying from cancer
And I found their skin no trouble to answer.
I loved a fellowship with the deity who cared,
My friendship was alive and well, this I declared.
Much may triumph when god is near,
Upper class tyrants can never appear.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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