"Red"

“Red”

By Sophie Burchill

 

What if glass didn’t shatter?

And the sea wasn’t controlled by the moon?

 

Would there still be a second available

For mistakes?

 

Mistakes are ours

And so is glass.

 

Yes, all of this glass

Is ours.

 

The moon isn’t claimed by us, however.

But that doesn’t stop us from walking all over it.

 

What an achievement;

Claiming something.

 

That can’t be claimed

Like the sea.

 

See there are many seas.

These seas are clouded, though,

 

With glass;

Shattered glass.

 

Don’t mind my feet in this sea.

See my feet will turn red

 

Because this glass is ours

And bloodshed for something that is ours

 

Is okay.

But when something controls another,

 

And we don’t claim that something,

Who’s to say

 

That the glass was ours to shatter

In the first place?

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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