Red, the color of rage,
Of passion that would never cease.
Red, the color of a nation
Born of blood and tears,
Where the cries of the forefathers rang
Out across the Appalachian mountains
Red spilled the ground
Of voices wishing for a voice
Red bloomed the flowers
Promising a new freedom granted once more
Red for the fires
Lighting the midnight rides
Red for the soldiers
Bearing the Royal Crown.
White, the color of innocence,
Of people wishing
For something greater.
White, the color of surrender
For they surrendered their loyalty
To the man on the throne
White for the clean slate
That the forefathers longed for
White glowed the skins
Of the Revolution leaders
White glowed the shots
That rang through the dawn
White bleached the ground
Where the ashes coated the dead.
Blue, the color of calm
A Royal color, indeed
Did they stain with their treachery.
Blue, the color of a Union
A Union with no crown
But several heads
United for a cause
Blue they mourned
The loss of innocence
History stole from them.
Blue, the skies they shared
With the Crown of Heaven.
Blue, the oceans
That separate them.
Blue, the heart that beat within.
Blue, the nobility once lost
Among them.
Blue.
The peace they sought.
The quiet they loved.
Never did they expect
The blue to bleed black.
This was written by our contributing writer, Lauren DeSantis.
The image was taken by Lauren DeSantis.
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