The Soil Bleeds Red
Waking up to the work we, as a collective, are being called to do.
The soil bleeds red
As they are pulling bright poppies
Out of the ground
You are falling
To the last 'Hallelujah'
Hoping a choir of angels
Will catch you when you land
Our hearts bleed red
We used to dance
To our self proclaimed drum beat
Now we run
The flicker in our hearts
Turned to fire in our eyes
As we watch a bright hope
Go down in flames
The soil bleeds red
So you set fire to the pavement
To destroy the darkness
Of an unknown future
When empathy goes deaf
You scream in the blistering silence
Hoping your voice will jolt
Those in blissful slumber
The soil bleeds red
But I won't clench my fist
I will extend a strong hand
To you
About the Creator
Vanessa Butera
My name is Vanessa Butera. I am a 25-year-old poet/songwriter from Toronto, ON. I graduated from York University with a degree in English. Please join me on this journey as I write about music, literature, arts, and current events.
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