DOWNTRODDEN

Why you paint
An image
With beauty and light
Doth thee not see
The plight
Trodding thy feet

Never the death
Has a chance of winning
So long as life
Doth the buzzing

Why then you paint
An image of beauty
With all richness and essence
Doth thee not see
The plight
On the face of downtrodden

Never the life
Has a chance of outstepping
So long as your life
Doth Not beat compassion