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The Colour Of Love

The red of your blood,
On my hands, on your knees
A reflection of a lost love
Ripped from her bosom
The umbilical cord;

A broken community,
The haunting red in our eyes,
Shedding lifelong tears, to hell with our fears!

An uprising, not surprising,
We fight the decay
People, in blood, and dirt they lay
This, the colour of love
Now tarnished by the grit on your fist
All our lives now at risk

The smile on her face
Disfigured by the scars freely gave
A child destroyed, yet another void,
A life subjected to your loins
Humanity raped by its sickening fate
The colour of love, a blood soaked street
A community falls, as the law stands in defeat

The colour of love, subjective, ineffective
Defeated by societies ill treatment,
Depleted, rewind, can we delete it?

The colour of love, a crimson tide
Polluting the seeds we sow
Growing bolder as we behold her
A community malfunctioning
Gripped by fear, the criminals are allowed to steer

The colour of love, entrenched in our fear…


“The Colour of Love”, is this week’s title of a tandem blog, 3 bloggers 1 title. All published on the same day at the same time. Read my fellow tandem blogger’s interpretation by following the below links. Comments are welcome!

Celeste: Surviving Jonkersville

Shelley: The Deal Is


8 comments on “The Colour Of Love

  1. the_deal_is
    September 17, 2015

    This is beautiful! So poignant, Chevone


    • ChevsLife
      September 17, 2015

      Thanks Shelly. Humanity is questioned with each second of devastating crime…


  2. survivingjonkersville
    September 17, 2015

    Chev you have gone and done it again. Brilliant!


    • ChevsLife
      September 17, 2015

      Thanks Celeste. Our communities are crying out, this week a young boy lost his life in the most horrific manner. Our children are growing up in communities where our humanity is questioned on a daily basis 😦


      • survivingjonkersville
        September 17, 2015

        That is terrible. It brings tears to my eyes when I hear about kids dying at the hand of brutal attacks. It could be one of my kids too. Poor child and his family. My heart goes out to all of them.

        Just the other day my hubby saved 3 boys from being robbed and possibly stabbed on their way to school. All because a drug addict thought they were his answer to his next fix. I shudder to think what will happen the next time when there’s no one around…


      • ChevsLife
        September 19, 2015

        Celeste, big high5 to your hubby!


  3. Chantel
    September 21, 2015

    Beautiful writing!

    Liked by 1 person

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