is that blood or did you paint it red?

in #poetry7 years ago

petty quarrels, petty life, petty egos, petty desires... hunger,anger,clothing and shelter, until death do us part, we shall fight each other, until everyone is dead, our greed is boundless, there is no place for sadness, rope in your courage and dance to that welsh tone, present your heart, and they ponder if the blood is just color