Apr 2016
green
the colour of freedom
a whispered memory
a mother's touch
red
the colour of blood
needlessly spilled
a river in the streets
grey
the colour of despair
but a remnant
of the candle's flame
death
a colour of...
it must be a colour
the pallor painting the father's-
green
it seems lost
among heartache, loss
will the memory ever fade?
blue
the sky under which children play
will they again?
for the sky is grey
green*
the mother's nation
birthed of strife, breach
shining through
the colour of freedom
a whispered memory
a mother's touch
red
the colour of blood
needlessly spilled
a river in the streets
grey
the colour of despair
but a remnant
of the candle's flame
death
a colour of...
it must be a colour
the pallor painting the father's-
green
it seems lost
among heartache, loss
will the memory ever fade?
blue
the sky under which children play
will they again?
for the sky is grey
green*
the mother's nation
birthed of strife, breach
shining through
