i am a human,
and red is all i see,
and this red smells blood.
then what is this,
this red i see.
i’m a human and all i see is red,
when i push myself,
crushing the one behind,
when my empathy is lost in an oasis of lost minds.
i’m a human, and i’m alive with stains on my sleeves.
im a human and i dont see beyond myself.
when i see red, blood is all i feel,
none corrects “love”,
none says “That blood you see is mine. My family of millions, my love, my own.”
i’m a human, and all i feel now,is numb,
a million lives under polished shoes,
a million beneath sugercoated brands.
none to say, “its time i see your pain”
none to see ‘thy kith and kin’ in the blood that flows so profusely.
i’m a human and i see red.
So eager to check if the colour of my lips intact?
shouldn’t red be all the more interesting now?
im a human and all i see in red is blood.
i’m a human and when i see red,
i smell blood.
for millions of my own blood,
die in a battle of mine,
the lose never felt so red.
am i a human?