Everyone says that
Red is the color
Of love and passion
Which adds meaning to
lovers’ days and
inflames their hungry nights
Yet some of us forget
That red is blood
Personifying life
It moves and flows
Inside our bodies, placing
A stamp on our existence
This hue is the flag
Of pain and sorrow,
Which reminds us that
We are alive and not spent
And we can still change
Things for the better
It is anger personified;
A living volcano
Ready to go for the jugular
And strike against oppression
Of numerous tyrants
Both within and without
I wonder what we would
Do without the energy
Of this color, which
Breaks rocks and creates
Bridges that last beyond
Lifetimes with strength;
Such is the nature of red –
a lively color indeed.
