A Picture is Worth a Thousand Poems

Photography at its worst.

Grey, a neutral tone they say,

Colors the palette of photos

I capture with a camera.

 

Automatic twelve times zoom makes

Life a little easier, allowing

Approaching obstacles some distance

Before the inevitability of disaster strikers,

Only four inches from my feet.

 

Car crash and broken bones

Splatter rouch asphalt as

Screams penetrate neighborhoods,

Only mute when compared to that of

An infant's wail,

His never ending cry for sweet milk,

Alerting the media.

 

As men and women gawk through misty glasses,

The victims blood danced across the street,

Where the iron sights of plastic

Shutter at every red moment.

 

Finally, the sirens

Reach the doorstep,

Unforgiving in the fact that it is only a job,

 

A means of providing food,

Shelter, comfort, home, and maybe

Love.

 

Betrayal.

 

It must be done by someone.

 

Black and white photos contain the most color.