Poem: Red

Brilliant red
on snowy white
Stains of love
Hue of blood
Passions inflamed
Our anger untamed
This colour is our glory
Sad marker of our shame
No matter whose story
Or who we would blame
We are the scarlet nation
Wounding in our creation
Those who came before us
Those who come after us
We did the best we could
Hewing from rock and wood
This place; this new domain
So we can dream and remain
Free to speak and free to be
Glorious and free.


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