Repainting blood-stained walls with red paint
Pointless to some
Enlightening to others
The blood represents
What I saw
Red
Red
Saw I
Your 'importance'
Your 'brilliance'
Your 'superiority'
The blood stains on your cracked mirror
That you stepped on
While walking with your head
Too high
The red paint is my facade
The blood will remain
But the red will contain
The anger
With
Brotherly love?
Comradery?
Not even God would believe me
They say the blood is too thick
I tell them the paint is too thin
The blood will remain
But the red with contain
All
One day
If I am to forgive you
If I am to paint
over our blood stained wall
We need to make sure
That the wall
Wouldn't crumble
And turn
The red paint
Back into a glossing pool of red blood
With no medium to invade