Violence & Silence

Roses are red,
Blood is spread,
Violets are blue,
Nothing is true.
Swords dance,
While your face squints.
Mud is flinged,
Water is falling.

Roses are red,
Blood is thick,
Violence is sour,
And is happening every hour.
Peace is hard to find,
Silence is never a good sign.
Weapons are always being used,
People and victums abused.

War is nor good or bad,
It sometimes makes people sad.
Roses are red,
Blood is spread,
Violents are blue,
And what I'm telling you is true:

People die everyday,
Even today,
Peace doesn't matter,
Land that is earned,
Is sacrificed by the many that died defending it,

What do you think?
Are roses red when blood is spread?
Are violets blue even  when you know it's not true?

Violence,
It happens every hour.