Red

Red

grace gutekanst

guns clutched by children

creating red walls

red rivers 

pouring through the veins of the unborn

      this is dangerous

i know

can you feel their blood trickle down your veins?

their insides

your insides

explode

blood and matter

do they matter?

in the business of killing

to feed off of the slaughtering of your equals

can you look into the eyes of your enemy

an enemy you've never met

but destroy their future

red lives stacked to the top 

sunburned skin

peeling scratching

burning

lives

left to die

while children watch and wait

beside the windowsill inside

calling

calling

can you hear me?

are you even there?

the children in the dark

asking what you do at work?

and why your eyes are so scared

return to me 

but wipe the red palms

before sending love

with brutal blood stained gloves

to wrap around the sides

cutting vulnerable insides

please, please wash the red