Red Night

Red nights a thunder
Makes the fools wonder,
Ever last I lumber
For the red man I slumber.

Thunder strikes kiss the sky
Rippling the sound of the lord is near,
He shouts before me
Warning me of my tears,
As the serenity of time eases the thundering sky,
My tears will come
Come winters night.

My shame is my generals might,
For the man…no heart for the enemies right,
I follow over the red nights a thunder,
Before the iron strikes,
No sirens of guns,
Set a cast a ghostly overcast,
The haze of the powder confuses,
The calm is nothing to inhale
For thunder is about to strike
Before the shell of the red night,

Such honour and contempt,
We men have forgotten to display,
A race stands before us
In such slow decay,
In my dreams I see before me
The red mans might,
It roars in the thunder
Like a tigers right.

Burning the inhabitants, disillusioned by the enemy of the night,
The tiger’s eyes pierce through me in my dreams of slumber,
Red is my tears
Rippling upon the floor I stand before,
A red lake may consume,
For the body of my enemy
Floating through,

All I see is the face of my enemy
Standing within my tears,
Red is the only colour I see now,
The hate of me consumes,
I have been painted the colour of the sky that night,
See it now…
Red is my night
Until the thunder strikes
Illuminating the Indians right,

No right of existence,
For we are the enemy
Cast, we are in immoral light,
Red is this colour
I dream of at night.

Ever last I slumber
With the guilt of contempt
I wonder,
Red nights a thunder…

Author:  Alexander Rason

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