Line of Lines

Where will we draw the Line

and what color shall it be

will it be crimson red

Blood Spilled from the sea

or green like a tree

that is healty to the core

will it be brown like leaves

falling on a september morn

White like the face

of a mothers dead boy

or blue as the sky

on that new passer by

will it be black like the faces

of the coal miners bold and strong

or gray like a picture

taken before a winter storm

Where shall we draw the line

and what color will it be

I know it will be red

like blood, rushing from the sea

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