Red

as red
as the blood
as the raven would say
as the red white and blue
as the dawn of today
as red
as the
anger of men
yet despite
the color
the red of a woman
still bright
the red
of the field after
battle has lost
is the same lovely red
of true love
with the cost
of more lives not won
but the same red is sung
by our raven of red is the blood
in the whites of their eyes
or the blacks of their skins
of both girls and of guys”
for all blood is red
as the blood that is shed
yet the raven still singing
croaks with disgust
as the all kill each other
from red to dead dust