RED

They are RED

men and women of all races

stamped like belonging to a caste

shunned

like those without a caste

doomed

to inevitable darkness and death

through their choices

of lifestyles of sex and drugs.

The infection RED

is lurking in the connection of love

making love

labour and breastfeeding

if the woman happens to a be stamped RED woman.

The common RED thread of healing

is lost.

The long, treacherous torment

is a global issue from Africa to China.

destroying the economy

the reliability of religion

and openness of people.

Everything stops when the RED light is on.

The green light will once shine creating hope

to compassion between people

and the groundbreaking breakthrough of science.

God, which colour are you?

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