Red like the fire in our hearts,
That fire which divides us,
entrenching our thoughts creating hatred,
Blue like the ocean; deep and mysterious,
Blue like the melancholy felt
Not knowing what's coming, not knowing what's happened,
The deep thought on which our society is built,
Red and blue, sadness and hatred,
Side by side, entwined by nature,
But do the Rosella's shed a tear?
Do the Rosella's worry about such things?
Beauty and innocence; achieved by knowing nothing,
Maybe thats the plague of our society,
Not how little we know, but how much we know,
Basking in their innocence, the Rosella's dont care.
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