The Many Shades of Red

Red , they told me ,
A colour of the rising Sun
Set to warm the cold souls
Of the blackened night.
Red, they promised,
A color of inspired blood
Rushing through a being
Of immense humanity.
Red, they showed me ,
A mark of the woman
Tied in the sacred bond
Completing another half.

Red, I saw ,
A devastation and destruction of love.
The knife the let the red blood flow.
The words that bit into her soul.
The bullets that built a wall , unbreakable.
The voice of bitter memories.
Red, why had they lied to me.

Red was never one colour;
It was a variable waiting to change
Into the many forms it took
It was always in vain.



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