RED
petals from the blue
skies
o bright day
upon a rain of red
roses
o bright day
bloody red on the plains
into valleys
of the dead in
hundreds
o bright day
gleaming in horror
of those
rampant shooting
each calls a name
vilence upon violence
justice, religion,
o bright day of the
few chosen men
strong, mighty
and so blind....
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