A little late though. Sweet 2K-16.
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It has been a wondrous time they say
A time of prosperity and no dismay
It has been a year of blessings and cheers
And with lights and food they welcome another year
But oh let me say something unsaid
That it has rather been a year of red.
Let us not forget the countless lives
That in the name of law, have been sacrificed
Let us not forget the graves we dug
While our loved ones died for someone’s smug
Their countless bodies like roses spread
All in the days of the year of red.
The blaze and crack of these fireworks
Scares the innocent child for the worse
For each thud reminds him of the sounds
Of bullets raging from merciless rounds
For the firework that now illuminates the skies
Has burned his home and conflagrated his life
So tonight in lament I will bow my head
For all that was, in the year of red.
See that mother, wailing since yesterday
She buried her only son in the old cemetery
Hear the helpless cries of a three year old
“I will watch you from heaven”, his father had told.
Feel the grief of the parted love of this newly wed
Has it not been, for all, a year of red?
I am no preacher nor speak for powerful men
But I speak my heart, through paper and pen
I make no claims of wrong and right
But oh how I forget their poor plight
Without hope or help, not even bread.
For them all it has been a year of red.
So much grief, so much loss
All this destruction, without any cause
No regard for precious lives
All for money and hiding lies
No heart, no pain, blatant bloodshed
All this, in the year of red.