red poem

Question

I need help and editors for this poem. Can I have some help?

 

Red blooms at the edge of civilization

It courses through us,

Spilt in petty wars,

But in red there is love,

there is hope,

There is warmth.

But also the ever present,

Hate, destruction, anger.

Which will we choose?

Answer 1

so i relly like it what is this for can you use it for a wedding

Comments

I don't know exactly. It was originally for school but I scrapped it because it was a little bit too heavy for school.