Crimson Rain Poem by Jon M. Nelson

As I look all around everything is soaked,
From all the violence that's been provoked.
Crimson rivers now flow through the street,
And it is everywhere I try to place my feet.

What is the purpose and sense of all this chaos,
Which causes nothing but heartache and loss.
It looks as if it had fallen from a crimson sky.
And was the cause for so many people to die.

After time all the innocence is washed away,
But for all this evil what price will they pay?
The color of crimson now burns my eyes,
And it hurts my ears just to hear their cries.

As the Crimson Rain keeps pouring down,
The flooding won't stop and I may drown.
It seems that this insanity will never cease,
But the tears I cry will not bring the peace.

I look down and cry at this dreadful sight,
For all of this suffering just isn't right.
I can sense the torture and feel the pain.
Who's responsible for this Crimson Rain?