𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙍𝙚𝙙

Shades of red
touches the earth,
in crimson-like hues.
Enveloping the sky
like tongues of flame
erasing all that's blue.

No more of the tinge
of the salty breeze
are coming from the seas;
no more of the soft
whistle of birds
are nestled in its trees.

And out the window
there she sighs
on how beautiful the sunset is;
oblivious of the cry,
the flame; the fire –
the screams of those who plea.

For these reckless streaks
of vermilion tints
bear not from the sun's touch;
these tones are made
with the wars of men;
enraged by greed and grudge.

Shades of red,
continue to spill
and paint the stricken sky;
yet amidst the ash
we can will for change,
and do something – you and i.