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The New Release

THE NEW RELEASE


Rough, muddied hands,
Innocent, yet weathered,
A child of the streets
Orphaned and disowned by Love.
A breeding ground of emptiness.

Round, wide eyes
Of chocolates and diamonds
Twinkling by the light of the passing car.
But a mischievous smirk
Yellow from ear to ear
Reveals the blackened mind.

Bewitched by Fate
Riding his thoughts,
His hands stretch to gather all
All, all that survive,
All that thrive
All that are happy, bold and alive.

While Fate's puppets dance
Through light and shadow,
Arrows shoot from his once round eyes.
Hands muddied and bloodied,
Heads splintered and sullied,
Threads snapped with the greed
Of a child with gluttonous zeal.

With a new scene behind,
Puppets, curtains fall to the floor,
Now showing hunger and laughter and gore!
Met by an audience of gasps and claps
And chants of encore - 
Now in Hundreds, now in Dozens,
Until One screams "No more! No more!"

A child born in hunger,
Beaten, bruised, kicked in anger,
With Fate his mother,
Hearkens not whether you clap, roar,
Or collapse lifeless, surrendered.


- Maryam Kaleem


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