Poetry: An ode to the country of red roads

Image Credit: Screen grab from Maratukarata's Channel, Red Road by David Swallow, Jr.

I walk on a road,
That is red,
Cause the asphalt,
Was taken off our hearts.

The path to our local cemetery,
Is a beautiful crimson,
Paved by the dreams of youth,
From a forgotten conflict.

The red you see, on my walls,
Is not paint, but color taken off,
From the cheeks,
Of children, in misfortune.

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