This poem requires a brief introduction. Growing up you could always find in my possession at least one book I was reading and a poetry journal. At my grandparents insistence when I was 13 the following poem was submitted to the National Library of Poetry where it was published in an anthology entitled "In a Different Light".
Red Sea
A red sea, a red rose
A painted sky
I have to keep asking myself
Why
A blue bird, a blue glass
Tear drops fall on a little girls pillow
Standing in a barren field with one lone willow
Colors of a rainbow, together they run
On an empty street a man stands with a gun
He is a lost soul in a crowded city
People can only say "what a pity"
A little girl cries for help, blood runs from her wrists
She is another number on a long, long list
Kiss a forgotten person, open your eyes
We don't need anymore lies
Within ourselves there is a war
Break free and let your spirit soar.
Image By Paolo Neo [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
