Poems by Negatz

Caught red-handed

Two friends met after a span of years
One an artist and other a con
But they were once good friends
So the artist took him home
They talked of years bygone
The con of his treasure galore
And the artist of his painting hues
Then few months later,
When he went to an exhibition
The artist seem stunned
His painting staring back
With a name not his own
He called the con friend he once befriended
To tell him he was caught red-handed
The con friend laughed and told him this
The painting is now mine
And I am selling it at million five
The artist was strong, he was Howard Roark
And he told the con, he can forge if he wants.
But the day will soon come
When the likes of Peter Keating
The second hand beings,
Will perish in their mediocrity
And then the likes of Howard Roark
The geniuses of this world
With their perfection and ingenuity
Will mark their names on the tides of time.
(This poem is dedicated to all the Howard Roarks of this world. Howard Roark, the protagonist in the book ‘The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand’ is the epitome of integrity, perfection and ingenuity.)
This post has been written as part of #Barathon challenge, hosted by Blog-A-Rhythm. 

The prompt for today, August, 4th, 2016 is Caught red-handed.

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