THE OLD RED SQUARE

In the middle of the city,
By the timekeeping tower,
Is the old Red Square,

Redder than it's name,
More crimson than ever,
Do visit if you dare,

Universal in time,
If anything is a witness,
It's the feeling in the air,

Washed by the flood,
And repainted red,
Is this burden that we bear,

It was here that a leader,
Made his promises,
With his usual flair,

And it is this very place,
Where a people have risen,
With a feeling that they share,

Also an axis of death,
The Reaper hovers around,
Not so Grim over here,

A juxtaposition of values,
A bastion of hope,
And the pit of despair,

A curse for the forces,
Who are dragged to confront,
A people that don't care,

In the middle of the city,
By the timekeeping tower,
Is the old Red Square