I rode the white scooty along the city
amidst the red cars in the traffic.
Pavements with people, dressed in red,
staring at me, like the one in cars.
They chased me, the men in red.
Didn't leave me, until I stopped.
Children dressed in red, threw stones.
Grandmas in red, cursed me to death.
Gathered around, the men in red
as I fell into the bloody gutter.
Slashed with their sickles
40 times.
Leaving me and
my scooter
in
Red.
amidst the red cars in the traffic.
Pavements with people, dressed in red,
staring at me, like the one in cars.
They chased me, the men in red.
Didn't leave me, until I stopped.
Children dressed in red, threw stones.
Grandmas in red, cursed me to death.
Gathered around, the men in red
as I fell into the bloody gutter.
Slashed with their sickles
40 times.
Leaving me and
my scooter
in
Red.
Lovely poem. I especially like how colour is used to paint the images you wished to get across.
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