Red Summer

When a new decade resembles more of a 1831 or 1965 than a roaring 

The soaring of the Butterfly is clear

No man or women should be confined to such horrors of the box

The box is where they take your heart and soul

The one is blue is supposed to be serve, I deserve red

The red represents the ones who died in the struggle

What is the price of freedom I say 

Death is the cost

Crossed in blood

The red summer is the name

I came to understand the importance of red

I envision a world with freedom from chains and shackles 

Where a humble can have grains with no attachment to cost

Detachment forms classes and inequality

A world where we only consume goes up in Fumes