The Flag of France
I painted on my nails today
Unconcious, unaware
The strokes of red and white and blue
Of which I now shall share
Of which I now shall share
The story of these shiny lines
Few testers from the store
Did mark my nail, yet stirred my mind
With questions, thoughts and more
And so I thought, how come these lines
Of red and white and blue
Connected side by side, became
The flag of France, so true
How come the warmth of red could stand
The freezing cold of blue?
How come the simple stroke of white
Could build bonds between the two?
I asked myself beyond my thoughts;
If red and blue could bind;
Then there should be a chance for peace,
The freedom of mankind.
But would we ever learn from red;
The blood that's spilled in wars?
Or maybe from the rose of love;
What every girl adores.
I tried to answer once again,
The questions of my mind
A circle made, a circle gone,
No answers did I find
And then I knew, I felt it too
Deep within my heart
A place for peace, a place for love
Would only, only start
When human kind began to see
That life's not black and white;
Appreciate, life's colourful,
Yet from the one and same sunlight
So take a breath, a moment, two
Exhale it in, not out
Your hand shall reach across the white
From red to blue no doubt
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