Divided By A Red Line


I stand on the porch

As leaves dance

While the wind carries them across a stage

That is the blue skies


Not far from my porch

Across the coal blackened streets

Sits more of this neighborhood

That is coated in a crimson barrier


Across the coal blackened streets I walk

Stopping at the red divide

Where everything is coated

In shades of crimson


I sit down on the concrete

That sends a chill up my back

From the dampness left behind

By a recent storm


I reach towards the barrier

Stopping myself from touching it


I am taught to fear what lies beyond

I am taught that they are my enemy

I am taught they are the monsters


I look to my right to see the towers

Wondering if they would sound a warning

Of impending nuclear annihilation


I look back at the barrier 

As I ask if we must risk

Going to the brink

Only for nuclear holocaust to be the ending