They saw the blood flood in streets
Held an apple and asked,”what colour is it?”
But they didn’t know…
The end was near, very near
End to humanity and sanity
They hate red…
They hate it because they saw their own siblings and parents drowned in it
They hate it because they will never see their mothers making an apple pie for them, ever again
They hate red…
When the bombs hit their houses, they were at school with an apple in their bag
They will never eat it again, ever
But they did not know…
Every time they see it, they see their own blood in it
Blood, their blood
The blood of patriots, their own people
They saw the blood and cells, go slowly down to death
And this gives them shivers down their spine
They start reminiscing
The happy days, the better days
The days they used to fight over an apple pie
They hate red…
They hate it because they were born to see the world
But all they see is hues of red, every day
Red blood
Red, everywhere…
