Red

In red we march

towards the foe

how do we not know

that red is so—

why not be a shade unseen

in livery of forest green?

.

Red we wear,

in red, beware!

It’s red! Beware of the red! They said, they said,

they said, beware the red –

and then ‘they’ saw,

and I was dead,

and I was dead.

.

In red we march

towards the foe;

to death we go,

to death we go.

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