I wrote a poem today. Tell me, what do you think?

"Rivers Run Red”

We are made in his image.

That’s what they say.

From our kind hearts,

To our violent ways.

We show our love,

our passion, our hate.

We even destroy the very

Things we create.

Whether it be machine,

A home,

Or the children we name.

Even the lives we make

In search of some fame.

All left in the dust

Of the riots that rage

In the streets we called home.

And we just look away.

We wage war on your brothers.

Our rivers run red.

As our children fight our battles.

It’s their blood that is shed.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of mistakes in the past.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of one name heard so vast.

In gods name we “pray.”

As we wait for the day.

As we wait for our questions

To be answered.

As we wait for our answers

Too many lives are lost.

Enough waiting,

I say,

It’s all a lost cause.