Crimson Feed

By Cliff Lake

 

Crimson Feed

 

Conceal carry and the unsafe playground,

An army presence and the threat of lockdown.

Lady Liberty, more blood on her gown,

And yet more life senselessly cut down.

 

How much more can we stand of this turmoil?

How many more lives will we watch despoiled?

How many too soon relieved of their toil?

How many have been taken on this fevered soil?

 

Raise up another funeral mound!

With crimson we feed this thirsty ground.

Into this sod so many have bled.

Are we to always water in red?

 

Just one more neighbor fed too much bile.

Just one more neighbor turned into hostile.

Sentence exacted by private trial,

Just one more body thrown onto the pile.

 

Raise up another funeral mound!

With crimson we feed this thirsty ground.

Into this sod so many have bled.

Are we to always water in red?

 

Fanning the flames, gas on the fire!

Dance by the light of the funeral pyre!

More rhetoric, raise temperatures higher!

Hope you’re not caught in the crossfire!

 

Raise up another funeral mound!

With crimson we feed this thirsty ground.

Into this sod so many have bled.

Are we to always water in red?

 

Cliff Lake 9/11/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Location: Orem, UT, USA

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