Red the Stain Part VI
Red the stain on sabers swinging,
Red the ruby flow that drips,
War cries brazen, proudly singing,
As the fist of warfare grips.
Red the blood in splattered fury,
Red the speckled rain that falls,
Pompous men as judge and jury,
Heeding only ruthless calls.
Red the morning sun so eager,
Red the rays in herald shine,
Red the medic blood so meagre,
Red the future undivine.
Red the body parts dismembered,
Red the lips with hanging tongue,
Peaceful prospects unremembered,
Red the trail of rockets flung.
Red the eyes of power mongers,
As their awful might deploys,
As the battered baby hungers,
Enervated girls and boys.
Red the pyrotechnic battle,
Red the weary human toll,
Fleeing thousands, herded cattle,
In this hurt beyond control.
Red the chimney stack of burning,
Out the flailing buildings lined,
Wanting peace with awesome yearning,
And her favour winsome kind.
adamdaniel 