Red
We speak of peace. We advocate for the world to be a better place, a safer home.
Yet we call upon war.
We disagree and we drop bombs. Fingertips skittering over red buttons, faces pulsing red in
anger, red blurring the vision, filling the mind overpowering everything. Peace, not available at
the moment, this disagreement is vital.
Paint over the pastels of unity with the scarlet.
Put the
guns in the hands of the new generation.
Put unnecessary hate in the minds of the old.
Write it
down in our history books while you call for war.
Press down on the red button, let the veins explode, red overflows the visions, kills the mind.
Bring out the red.
For it's all just pain however, put it behind screens, ignore it like it doesn't
exist and advocate hate.
Don't worry peace will come but first let's kill our children and scar all minds.
It's just a battle field stained in rose. War is all it is because this red is crucial.
Peace will
not give until this war is won.
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Bruised Galaxies
PoetryCollection of poems. May be depressing and or triggering for some so if you don't want to read this type of poems I advise you not to read ahead. Hope you enjoy:)
