The Red White-Sheet
There I see, at a distance a the cloud of smoke hovers
There I see where once stood a city, a the column of fire rises
There I hear, the shots as fingers hit the triggers
What once buzzed with life are today just still figures.
I longed to see walls of different shades, painted green and yellow and blue
But I have walked miles watching ‘em with prints of red, it all but differed just in its hue
There were kids who once played on the soil below my feet
There were men and women who once worked on this street
I may have just needed something for my white sheet
But there was no soul there as I sat on a crumpling seat.
The sky grew darker, I still sat there trying to shut out the sound
The more I thought, the more it was clear that there were no answers for the questions that I found.