Red is the colour, the colour of love.
The colour of passion, the colour of blood.
The colour of politics, but only the left.
The colour of the sky, when clouds move west.
The colour of anger, the colour of pain,
The colour of what runs through your veins.

It takes a hold, wont ever let go,
The virus of life restricts all flow.
Violence is love, like wind is to air,
Chokes out the breath, leaves only despair.
Red roses still, blossom like life,
The beat of a heart, the stab of a knife.
Don’t forget what I said, it will forever be true,
Most things are red, until death when they’re blue.