by Brianna G. Harte
The color of sorrow and serenity
What is seen when the people cry out
And when it is time to cleanse the word of hatred.
The color of innocence
What is seen when peace must return
And when clarity comes before our eyes.
The color of anger
What is seen when blood is spilled
And when hatred fills hearts.
May those who have turned the world RED, see the BLUE the people feel and share, and WHITE that everyone is raising to save the souls that cry.
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