My Name In Fire

What is there to colour the sky with?
What is there to colour the earth with?
Is there anything left from where I’m standing?
Any colours left to rejuvenate my senses?

Sickened am I with the black white and grey of this world
Sickened am I to see all my gardens grey and kept on greying
Sickened am I to know that I’m the only one who cares for these
While the rest of humanity is better off not breathing!

“Patience,” suddenly I heard this voice
“Listen to me when mankind had lost their ears,” he said
“Give me your trust when everyone is a wolf to everyone else,” he said again
“But have faith in Him when humanity and robots resemble each other!”

“You still have the colours within you my friend!” that voice continued
“Use it to colour your life before you yourself turns grey,” it resounded
“Make a masterpiece out of your life today and make it good,”
“For the world has gone selfish and money is beauty not art!”

“But why does it feels so wrong?” I answered back
“Why do I feel like I’ve died years ago and yet I breathe still?” I asked him
“Am I really ready for all this?” I kept on asking
And sure enough, that voice was heard no more

And doomed I am
In asking questions that should not be mentioned
Yet still I walk the earth with a very light heart
When will all this ends? When can I smile again?

Maybe the perfect day has passed me by…

SAIF MINTAKA
2004