Rivers of Red

Rivers run blue

Rivers rush through

Rivers run hard and true

And rivers run in us, me and you

Rivers run in different rare colours

No birth right of fathers and mothers

Rivers of water are mother nature’s brothers

Like a billion raindrops and waterfalls of water wonders

However no river runs like the river of red

No not the ketchup of a double cheeseburgers bread

But the liquid flowing in your body streaming and spread

The fluid of blood runs rapid rushing alive or moments dead

Red rivers rush and flow through are veins

Pumping proudly from the heart, guts and brains

Bind by the arteries manacled of scarlet chains

Released by cuts and scratches to acknowledge the pain

Blood shown running can inspire discomfort, pain and fear

But knowing our spirits fight for our lives to live many years

Wrongly feeling right when mixed with cascades of sugar and beer

Though neighboured naturally with tongue spits and eyes of tears

River rushed running red of blood caused by pain to un-feed

Skin teared open unleashing a tsunami of thick red in relentless speed

Deep cuts, wounds and degree burns will always cause us to bleed

Leaving behind scars we wish to heal fast out of any desperate plead

Rapid racing red rushing rivers running of an endless cycle of blood

Sped and red racing down the sky of rubies in any running flood

Streaming and cascade through crystal clear glass of wine of scud

Realities of crimsons and claret of the fluid and colour as it could

Let our red rivers run vast and if so dry

Understood why it joins our cries

Blood running rapidly in red as to know why

We only imagine the ruby rushing fluid from our own eyes