Gushes of Red

A poetic appeal for saving lives

Weak limbs,

slow heartbeat

Eyes are too tired to glimpse,

living but difficult to breathe

Red flows are interrupted by rusty chems.

A hard-to-fight obstacle

coming on the way to wipe out innocents

Eager to dive through any lengths,

decreasing the calms through incense

causing catastrophe in each vessel

Screams of longing and continuity

hoping for new beginnings

Every piece of needle carries bounty.

Every drop of thick crimson extends another.

The healing from others gushes of red

Richness of one's blood

prolongs the dreams of people of God

Jail in greed or freed from sufferings

Cheers instead of such hopeless cries.

One voluntary act fades all byes.