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Jan 2020
WHEN BLOOD WAS RED

Old pictures in black and white
where mud was thick and grey
men scrambling over
makeshift walls
shot to bits and lying dead

when blood was red

grainy videos with no colours
cannons roar with white flash
shrapnel tearing flesh
severing limbs
men in fear run facing led

when blood was red

fields of poppies sway in grey
never blue skies in these days
no sunshine only fog
or swirling mist
living every day in dread

when blood was red
WW1 we seem to think in black and white.
But make no mistake...the blood was red.
Written by
Brian Mackenzie  70/M/Spain
(70/M/Spain)   
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