Rainfall

It sounds like heavy rainfall

Water burdened by the iron that colors it

Graffiti sketch its hue splattered backdoor streets

Red and blue lights illuminating the darkness

 

Turn the tv on to see how bad this rainfall

All in its beautiful crimson
Sickening the air by its nitroglycerin and sulfur

Bodies-black bodies floating above the flood


Open up my window to see the rainfall

How they can make tomb stones form

Under street lights

And allow the candles flicker brighter under them

 

There’s nothing that can keep you dry from this rainfall

And the stains it leaves when splattered

In its beautiful crimson…in its beautiful crimson

Red and blue lights illuminating the dark…

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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