Day is red

So much blood spilt everywhere

I feel its flow like earth’s despair

This terrible stain on our nation fair

Has opened in our hearts a demon’s lair.

How can we bear our morning face

Before we join in with the human race

Can’t we see the reflected disgrace

The death hidden behind a fine lace

Where is our love of decency

Can a man still stand independently

Or will hurtful and tragic anarchy

Turn our country to one of tyranny
Those are the burdens you face my friends

On what you do next your lives depend

You can’t pretend you didn’t know

‘Cuz I’m right here to tell you so.

Our streets are lined with flowered shrines

Our churches are parades of funeral lines

The media chant the list of the dead

The streets are a fright and the day is red.

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