Red Red Poem by Naveed Akram

My condition is red, my condition is red,
Then blueness enters the fray like ghosts
That go whoosh, and then go like growth.
This danger is evident in the signs of disasters,
The general wrong or accident;
My concern is over the welfare of citizens,
My country needs me as I do,
And the accidental men arrive with ambulances.
Then the cars of the feet are approaching
The traffic lights with better company.
Fit are the nurses of my condition that means
Paranormal work is afoot,
Forging a link into past triumphs,
Of the sword that resists, and the words of lies.