Red Skies

The skies have been painted with blood

Your hands are covered in blood

The blood of children

Flames lick the red skies

Why did you do it?

I ask myself

Why I trusted you

I thought you were to teach me

But it is I who should teach you.

You do not know

How much it pains me

To see the frightened children run from you.

I wish the red skies

Would turn blue

Blood rains on your head

The stench of it is unbearable

How you can stand knee-deep in bodies

Is unthinkable

Why do you hate us?

It is you that has done wrong.

You walk with pride,

Yet that pride is hollow

You smile, but you cry inside

Why do you hide from us?

Is it the pain?

Or the loss?

No.

It's you.