The colour of Life

Long live the people.

For the people are dead.

But will always fight.

To stay alive.

The river is flowing.

Its colour the colour of revolution.

Disallowing the very right of evolution.

Our progress is no progress.

Their's is the one.

What about an individual?

Who is neither them nor us?

The lust to see the ego bloom.

Birth after birth.

Rivers of blood have been carved out.

From the most productive mothers.

Running right from the breasts.

It isn't white I assure you.

Nor is the light they assure you.

At the end of the great revolution.

The poor will still be rich.

For the rich it won't matter.

Whose side they were or are.

The revolutionaries will rot.

So will the ideas.

For evolution of the neo-revolutionary.

Neo- ideas will take shape.

It is not easy.

Never it was.

The river will flow again.

And I assure you.

It will still be Red.