Crimson

Crimson

A Poem by Jack Dawkins
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Crimson rivers flow from
Young black bodies down,
Staining concrete sidewalks
Iron brown.

Crimson poppies growing in
Foreign fields... betoken
Young Warriors bones
not forgotten.

What crimson tribute
Represents discarded youths;
Who fight and die for
Absurd truths?

© 2013 Jack Dawkins


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This poem is a complete truism. All layers of society try to control their own bailiwick - from street corner pimps and pushers, through gated communities, minorities and multinationals to governments. Ultimately the colour of their reaction to threat becomes crimson. Tis part of the psych of man. Territory is all. The dolphins have it right, Jack. Nice piece P

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack Dawkins

11 Years Ago

Tank you Pete, I wasn't thinking about Flanders Fields when I wrote it, but I did spend a week inBel.. read more
well written heavy message

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack Dawkins

11 Years Ago

Thank you I wrote it a while ago but did some editing yesterday.
Reminiscent of Flanders Field.
I like your "Crimson", Jack.
Poignant submission.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack Dawkins

11 Years Ago

Yeah I guess, I was thinking about the increase in gang violence in this country.
a sad truth

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack Dawkins

11 Years Ago

Thank you. I peeked at your bio. So your wondering about a holographic universe, are you? I personal.. read more
clairekeown25

11 Years Ago

some of my poetry reflects on the idea, sias eye, half way to another world, i love how quantum mech.. read more
Jack Dawkins

11 Years Ago

No problem, you mentioned it and I had come across it some years back and I thought that I'd point i.. read more

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