A Red Letter Day

It was a sad day a day darker than the dead of a night a day of confusion feet denied the adorning protection what was meant for the feet became the burden of the hand it was a race were baton can't be changed the vulture having it's day the pullet denied shelter it was the survival of the fittest souls crying to be saved aftermath of death and agony indelible it stuck on the walls like wild gum on tree trunks negligent of the kinsmen.