Blue

A Poem by A.K. Rohner

How does it feel,
the inability to breath?
How does it taste,
the blood that pools in your mouth?
How does it sound,
the ringing in your ears?
How does it smell,
the powder ignited?
How does it look,
the red wine?

But your wine runs true,
not red, but blue.
Some corrupted, but not you.
Dear Blueblood.

Let not the chaos reign,
let not the children scream,
let not the corrupt tarnish,
the image you have obtained.
Dear Blueblood.

Wear justice true,
as it wears you.
And do not refrain,
from being blue.
Dear Blueblood.