Blood upon my hand
I am reminded that I am in my homeland
Blood upon my face
This is not my birthplace
Blood on the floor
They knew they were dying when they walked in the door
Blood all over the white of my house
Nothing will ever make it come out
Blood reminding me of a brighter day
It never ever wanted with me to stay
Blood oozing out of everyone
This is what I have become
Blood welcoming me back
It only talks to me in white and black
Blood my friend till the end
I must end myself now to begin
Mood while writing this post - Dark
Disclaimer: I am not homicidal in any way whatsoever, this has nothing to do with actual people and must not be perceived as such. Comments are welcome and chide me for all its worth. Happy Republic Day
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