River of red flowing wild
Like the tears of a crying child,
Where do you stop?
Do you know no end?
And when you flow far and wide,
Why does Pain take your side?
Who’ll you take,
When you take the next bend?
River of red flowing through
The once green valley where life once grew,
But now it doesn’t.
For there is no need.
For when you flow the flower dies
And none can hear its final cries.
There is no air.
There is no air to breathe.
I saw a body, O River of red,
Sinking to your river bed.
Was he not the man
Who toiled for world peace?
To answer me you merely smile
As if you’d pause and wait a while.
But instead you say,
“There is no place for these.”
River of red flowing fast
And leaving behind long shadows cast,
Do you not know
What’ll become of me?
“Time will tell.”
Is your reply
“For men have lived and men shall die.
Que sera sera, whatever will be will be…”
~ River of Red ~
