A Familiar Shade of Red

Alex Arnot

They all see red

Faces shaded in crimson mist.

Burnt out minds and hearts lay dead

With clenched up hands and shaking wrists.

 

Swallowed up by blinding rage

That fuels their tongues with vile disdain.

Wars of race, beliefs and age

Division that drove the world insane.

 

Our greatest war was fought with emotion

Value of life that pride diminished

To hatred we showed the greatest devotion

Nothing left, our race is finished.

 

  • Author: Alex Arnot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 25th, 2017 23:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: First new poem in a while, hope you enjoy
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 45
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

✔ Receive the ebook in seconds ✔ 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments1

  • NB

    First new poem in a while, & one of your best.. I love the descriptions, & the flow.. "Faces shaded in crimson mist" - I haven't read anything like that in ages.. well done! 🙂

    • Alex Arnot

      Thanks Nebojsa! It did seem like an appropriate time to come back to my writing



    To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.