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Red...

The color of the wicked wine spilling from our venom-filled veins,

The color of a battlefield saturated with bullet shells and bloodstains.

We dream of the days when red used to symbolize the color of love,

We look up to a bomb infested sky full of wounded red winged doves.

I can clearly recall the exact time when all of the red roses tragically turned black,

I remember all too well of a time when you used to say in the government’s grotesque garden that you loved me back.

You looked so surprised when you stabbed me in my spine and there were no traces of blood on your thirsty knife,

As I was taken away in the back of the red lighted ambulance with its sirens screaming the sound of pseudo safety, I never felt so healthy in my life.



...We were always told that a red sun in the blue sky would bring a blissful day,

But where do we go when the sky turns black and the sun goes away?...



White...

The color of the feeble flag we wave so high on the pinnacle of the hopeless hill,

A color so perfect and pure yet can stain with even the smallest spill.

We wish for the days when white used to symbolize the color for purity and peace,

We hunt for hawks as our freedom flag is taken down and ripped to shreds by the world police.

I remember a time where in the sky an army of white cumulus clouds would march and reign,

I can distinctly recall the day when those corrupted cotton balls turned to the darkest shade of gray and brought everlasting acid rain.

You seemed so shocked when you slapped those heavy handcuffs on my wrists and I shouted "I am finally free",

As I was tossed into the back of the white cop car with its blue and red lights flashing around, I never felt more patriotic and loyal to my country.



...We would marvel at the splendid shades of red, white, and blue as we pledged our allegiance everyday,

Failing to realize that those fifty stars were merely X's and the thirteen stripes were actually black and gray...



Blue...

The color of our ocean of tears we wretchedly weep away,

The color of your tainted heart on Doom's Day.

We cry when we see the sun rise over the horizon and there is not a single cloud in the sky, for blue symbolizes the shade of sadness and sorrow,

We lower our heads and painfully pray, for Today...we bury Tomorrow.

I can recall exactly where the two hands were pointed on my watch when you said we were through,

I will never forget the day when our glorious flag was drained of its red, white, and blue.

You appeared to be in denial when I went into the battle unarmed and still somehow managed to survive,

As I was driven away in the back of the blue hearse, I had never felt so alive.



...We would gaze at the marvelous red, white, and blue fireworks as we celebrated the 4th of July,

Failing to realize that those explosions of independence were really bombs bursting in the night sky...



The look of disbelief was painted on your face when you set my future on fire, because you witnessed it rise above the infernal flame with your own two eyes and defeat the rain,

As I was lowered six feet underground into my final resting place, I felt like I was being born again.



...We were told to follow the light, but it only led us astray,

The American Rag may be red, white, and blue, but the colorblind eyes only see the splendid shades of black and gray...