Red and Blue
A poem
when everything is wrong
with the other side
no matter what we say
it is justified
no time to talk
no time to discuss
you are evil
if you are not with us
whatever happened
to the feeling of Imagine
got buried in beatings
bullets of assassins
every day people dying
the world in shambles
eyes are yearning
for a good news channel
it is
the hardest thing to do
building a bridge
between red and blue
when nothing soothes
the seas of strife
anchor with heart
a calm comes to life
long on indifference
short on compassion
being social with strangers
seems to be in fashion
look up and away
from the short blue light
the real world
can really be all right
…
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