Red Poem by Husna Chikwela

I have work up from bed,
After I have dream about red,
This color it is not bad,
But it have alot of sad.

When they speak it and heard,
You will know someone is dead,
Its unick name is a blood,
All animals and people they had.

We have being given with God,
Who is known as our lord,
We must keep it in good,
In the life of this world.

If you have the nose bleed,
Alot of blood you will need,
You own health you must read,
Keep it well and not kid.