adamdaniel

Red the Stain Pt. 3

Red the magma flow of fury,
Burning in my soul today,
Red the fountain blood increasing,
As more lives are blown away.

Red the blush of guilt that jars me,
Knowing that I’m useless here,
Red the anguish in the aether;
Millions burned by flaring fear.

Red the carpet made of satin,
Ruby red, like queenly lips,
Red the palace of our tumult,
Wrath, bright red, in bitter sips.

Red the jest of mocking spirits,
Sent again to taunt us raw,
Red the blemished soul that prickles,
By the thoughts we all deplore…

Babes without the hope of defence,
Butchered into roadkill parts,
Bombs that fly from rocket launchers,
As the vengeance cycle starts.

Red the gush of pain within me,
Hurt borne of our wildest fears,
Lives chewed up and badly mangled,
Cursed to see the coming years.

Paradisic caves of silence—
This I need for solace now,
Red the taint of fear in others,
Thick the sweat upon my brow.

Red the rollercoaster racing,
Into battle, madly charged,
Red the rabid dog mouth snarling,
At the noise of death enlarged.

Red reflections on the water,
Hopeless is the dying sun,
Sinking into red tomorrows—
Sure to flummox and to stun.

ADL