Red the Stain Part V
Red the stain of blood prodigious,
Fresh from bodies bombed anew,
Red the hate, so irreligious,
Keeping grudges fresh in view.
Red the ambulance’s pattern,
Red the light in swirling twist,
Red the bruises from the batton,
Red until the blows desist.
Red the stain of bloody sutures,
Covered over wounds that sting,
Red the flush of fractured futures,
Red the danger demons bring.
Red the rosy clouds of doomsday,
Hung in monumental pall,
Red the fear with every new day,
Winds of hate an angry squall.
Red the dread that clouds my vision,
Red the tapestry of war,
Red the suicide incision,
Red the conflict I abhor.
adamdaniel 