Blood Red Rain

If blood rained red over the White House, what would the president do? In the shower of blood of fallen soldiers and innocent women and children Would Bush fall to his knees and beg forgiveness, or dance a macabre twirl Like a shower on his wedding day, or a haunting nightmare of past misdeeds The blood tide of all those that have died stains the pristine green lawn In the face of the consequence of his actions, would he still proclaim freedom? Seeing the blood of the fallen, raining, staining the White House a sanguine red Victims of the unholy marriage of war and peace, like two sides of a trick coin Tossed into the air without care for however it lands, the result is still war Thousands dead in unmarked graves, or flag draped coffins, all will turn to ash If the ashes blew in a torrent of blood and storm, would Bush apologize For all the lies he's told to kill these innocent souls, or would he just turn away? And return to the heart of his empire, the oval office, as cold and dead as his soul Through the cries of the fallen lies a chance for redemption, will he choose it Atone for the crimes and apologize to those shattered hearts who loved and lost? Time alone will tell, with the tolling of the bell...