• Grass that was once a shiny green
    Has turned into a rusty red

    Watching
    As life leaves his cold
    Blue eyes

    Hot and salty tears
    Trail down my flushed cheeks
    Eyes rimmed red

    I watch as my brother bleeds
    Staining the cold
    Hard ground

    My hands were was clean
    But are now painted forever red

    Looking at my brother
    Hatred and pain
    Fill his eyes

    As I smile and whisper
    "Bleed Brother Bleed."