Little I knew lies had colors,
born as black foe to heart
rather than a red lover.
Like a black dot in white sheet,
a roared curve in a linear street,
untouchable as volcano orange heat.
Hurtful like a green thorn on a rose
Unwatchable like a blood red wound too exposed.
Striking as shiny grey edged lightning in rain
triggering as a great white shark in blue sea lane.
A lie is like a yellow sizzling wild fire set loose
burning everything to grey ashes without a truce.
Billions fell its prey, and millions got bruised.
Sadly, I see none whose happy canvas a sad lie didn’t abuse.
– Abdullah Al Rafi
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