Red Alert
Many words of fabrication said
To justify one’s fatal end
Innocent blood to be shed
For love of colour red,
Soon to hell he’ll go
Leave behind though
Broken hearts
Ne’er to
Mend.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2022
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