In Blood Do We Write~ by Ryan Ward

Is life not too short,
To live unloved and unloving?
Too fleeting for lasting feuds,
And fratricide over the news.
Far too short for hate,
And all the joy some choose to negate.
Tell me my age again,
Is it twenty-one or twelve?
I seem surrounded,
By the blind and the foolish,
Why is everything black or white?
I’ve seen shades of grey made joyous to wear,
Hang it over me like a cape,
Be crusader for those too foolish to care,
Those too blind to share.

Scarlet droplet,
Wasted wine or spilled blood,
It covers the TV.
Chain reaction,
Gut reaction.
Press me down,
Red fingertips upon pages of white,
That’s our legacy,
In blood do we write.

Is life not too short,
To live unloved and unloving?
Too fleeting for lasting feuds,
And fratricide over the news.
Far too short for hate,
And all the joy some choose to negate.

  ©Ryan Ward 2012

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