Perilous Flight

Red paint splashes across the wall of a renovated house

Dripping down the furnishings of the occupants before.

Men rush with their blue-colored rags to wipe the mess away

But their endeavors don’t help.

The pigment thins and spreads to a larger vicinity.

As the air cools, it dries

And what’s left is just a change in hue.

The workers attempt to cover it up, but over time they like to pretend their mistakes never happened

Showing the people a spotless home, ready for residence.

Tears wash over this land's borders and beyond

The dirt watered by grief.

Its very own citizens know this, but choose not to acknowledge it.

They choose to see their country's rights and refuse the wrongs

A thin layer of previous success attempts to coat the past

And it does, mostly, but the fabric starts to wear thin

Making holes for history to repeat itself,

And it has

Because a storm doesn't stop

Until it knows it began.