World of Red
A world filled with people,
No two the same,
Men, women, girls and boys,
Old souls and new out looks.
Seven billon people and a handful more.
All these people and no one understands,
The world is set to its own destruction.
A ticking time bomb waiting for the moment to explode.
We fight wars and build weapons,
but no one ever truly wins.
In our world, our many cultures;
The only constant fact being.
A truths that's hard to swallow.
We will always find something,
Anything to fight over and kill for.
The world is covered in a haze of
blood red that will never go away.
Copyright © Rose Yohn | Year Posted 2016
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