Color of My Blood Is Not Red Anymore

Nice weekend, sunny morning,
people enjoying, kids playing n running.
Those smiles turns into tears fast,
being unknowingly stucked in accident ,crossfire or a blast.
Blood once mixed with redness of love, dreams and desires,
Is blood now mixed with dust,footsteps and prints of tyres.
Color of that love is not red anymore.
Color of my blood is not red anymore.

Chilling winters are back again,
hard to sleep on footpaths and lanes.
Cement down acts more like chilling thrones,
Cold penetrating more like pins and pointed stones.
Many died of that violent cold wars,
some being murdered and some under cars.
That blood is now chilled,dark and unsoaked on floor,
Color of that blood is not red anymore.

Hunger crossing limits,lines killing them,
Men becoming terrorist, terrorism killing man.
Mothers died, brothers died,children and others died,
leftovers cried, compromised, survived and finally died.
Plants gives life but plants are dry,
rivers don't have a single clear drop to cry.
Women so pure is tortured like a whore.
Truely ! Color of our blood is not red anymore.