Seas of red
Sands of red
Your hands are red
Is that mine seeping red?
Brother, brother
Why are you painted in red?
Why are you soaked in red?
It drips from your chin
Your hands are sticky
Where is your brother?
Your sister?
Your mother?
Why are your hands red?
Is the drink in your cup red?
Your laughter is red
All I see is red.
Was it worth it, in the end?
To paint your hands red?
To silence your laughter?
To wither your soul?
How did it taste?
Your brother’s flesh?
Your mothers’ tears
have stained the sands red.
The gold is dull.
The seas of red glitter.
Do you think this goes unnoticed
by your Lord?