The Color Red

I saw the children playing in the sunlight,

I heard them laughing, I heard them singing.

Then I saw a flash so bright,

And heard the Thunder ringing.

The color red was everywhere.

The smell of red filled the air.

A mother cried out in despair.

Please, tell me why my son had to die.

The pain of red stained her dress,

As she gave her child his last caress.

she said, my son, may God bless,

your soul drowned in the color red.

Red is angry; red is hot; red is violent.

But we seem to like a lot its different hues.

We won't stop till every voice is silent.

Red’s a color we love to abuse.

The color red has marked my hand,

Don't ask my name for it is man.

Look at my deeds, and you'll understand,

All about the color red.