Red.

Red… not just a colour.
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Red, that was the theme of the day,
If someone was struggling to breathe, somebody else was having their way.

She screamed in the OT, as she writhed in pain, it was now time to cut the cord,
Out came the blood followed by her and the mother just thanked  the Lord.

It was like any other day, he had just stepped out for a walk,
When the bullets made holes in him, the blood drained out and there was nothing else left to talk.

He jerked and he jerked once again, she screamed… but it wasn’t just pain,
For a first timer, it felt good, she only wished he understood.
As her limp body lay on the bed… the white bed-sheets were slowly stained red.