Blood Red -

Blood Red

There’s slaughter going on

Openly on river banks

Sputtering arteries and veins

And last few breaths

Empty themselves to the last drop

Draining into the river

Rivers don’t turn blood red

Though not in spate

They show blue green

Pink and yellow pastel shades

Eyes have evolved

Since last few decades

Gone blind

To the colour red

Deaf to the cries

Of the soon to be dead

May be I am over reacting

There’s no blood no cries

No loss of life

Anywhere

Maybe smothered dreams don’t bleed

Nor dead ends

That lives encounters

Scream