The red river
After a moonless night
rose the sun
Its shade is walking
On the red river
Alike the bride at the first walk
To the husband's home
On its endless trip
The red color stains his dark water
Many little tales were born there
About a loving peaceful land
But who cares ,slaves are everywhere
and the war machine kills and kills
In its eternal trip
The red river stands there beyond our gazing eyes
On its tales about hope
Wed Nov 28, 2007 8:44 pm
