What’s the opposite of being kind?
Ruining someone else’s mind.
Or waking someone from their nap
Not flushing the toilet and leaving the crap.
Maybe kidnapping an innocent child
Being absolutely everything but mild.
Crashing a wedding, ruining the cake
Thinking of all the trouble you can make.
What’s the opposite of being rich?
Dressing in rags, just like a witch.
Or being so desperate you’ll eat a kid
Maybe being a slave doing your bid.
Or not being able to afford a mouse
Or bursting in, stealing your house.
Maybe being a servant polite as can be
Or tricking the owner, spiking her tea.
Red is the color of your heart pumping fast.
Red is the danger that lurks on the streets.
Red is the color of the spiciest foods.
Red is the tulips on a green meadow.
Red is the fresh drop of blood on the floor.
It exhilarates the anger in you.
Red is the fire burning in the very depths of hell.
Red is the searing pain through your body.
It is the color that makes us fight on.
It is the sleek velvety feel of roses.
And it is the sound of killing and horror.