THE GRAVE MARCH

Red the colour of love
Red the colour that changes
On the streets
When all is done with
And together we come
To lay to rest the dear one

Red fills our eyes
To over flow its banks
In clothing, in carrying
The lost, the dear on the shoulders
On the head their last respect

Red you’ll wear
to give me a hand
not white but red
when beautiful and so young
not black but red to lay to rest

a mob of red will follow
a coffin covered with red
cars filled and tied with red
their chants will wipe the red
in the eyes full of red