Shrapnel

We sit with morning before it’s purple
Waiting for world to explode on screen
While we look for a purple hue in east.

We do face to face interviews on bomb.
That is where our explosions take place
And you suddenly turn purple like sun.

We are purple with shame on our faces
Where it is spattered in shrapnel color
And nobody buys words for twopence.

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