Where the wind blows <br />Let me blow <br />Tell everyone I know <br />What hues I have seen <br />Starting from green <br />Wherever Spring has been - - <br />It's the end, they said <br />With their usual dread <br />Not knowing blood is red <br />Not blue but red <br />Not knowing what it has bred <br />Wherever it was shed <br />For something more than bread.<br /><br />Prabhakar Subramaniam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/liberty-39/
