The Colors of Life

Bombs explode. Conflicts in night CNN reports of terror. Lives being scrutinized A blood bath The colors are everywhere. Scores of eyes look around scared. The code is RED. In desperation, stands a child. His arm is bleeding. He is begging for his life. A blood bath lay before him. His eyes are scared. He hiccups and he was left there. His colors of life are psychedelic. He sees the code. He freaks out. He rolls around intoxicated. He forgets for a moment himself. A little girl hallucinates. Her father and mother ran away. They shouted to her, “Hide any place. Your life with us is no longer safe.” She seeks a hole under a shed. The terrorist left her there. The colors of life are a child’s demon. In darkness, you can hear them scream. Their parents give the code. Once given, a child world becomes cold. Infants are shot. She died. Her twin did not. The terrorist left uninformed. The clock ticked another baby's life - gone. The colors of life are a child’s mourn. They lives are forsaken by those grown. In time of trouble, they must take care of home. The colors of life are obligatory. The code is BLOOD. _____________________________| 04/12/2014