The Red Parade

The Red Parade

Drums and Trumpets roar like thunder

Children in all ages smiles with content

The start of the New age is crawling

The wait for the Red Parade is coming

Everyone feast on the shining wonder

Noises of any kind really don't matter

The start of the New age is crawling

The wait for the Red Parade is coming

All started with a loud Bang!

Bodies clash and screams are all over

The start of the New age is ending

The wait for the Red Parade is over

Reviews

[Sunspot]

Wow, really heavily connotated.
So here, a metaphor is being made between war and festivities, and I see the connections between them. They both symbolize a new age, are loud, and are red (brightly colored) in some way or another. Excellent connections! This is a poem that I couldn't have begun to so eloquently put together; good job!
I wouldn't mind if you came over to my page; we think alike. Thanks for putting this out on the internet.