A color, sign of love and danger, representing the pain with beauty, with value, with hands, with eyes. A color vibrant enough to make us love the mesmerizing shades with opinion, until the shades darken and eyes turn the color. It quickly changes from light to dark, yet the color remains the same, just different, different opinion and way. With ****** hands the color drips down on white button shirt, for the people who harmed, who tortured. They are the ones who created the color, twisting its meaning from love to hatred, exploiting its power to manipulate and control.
This poem explores the dual nature of a color that symbolizes both love and danger. It highlights how the same color can evoke different emotions and meanings, from beauty and passion to pain and hatred. The poem reflects on how people can manipulate and twist the meaning of the color to control and harm others.