Red

What if you had a son.
The most beautiful little boy whom shown like joy.
And he was the one you loved more than all the world
More than all the little boys and girls.
Your son makes you laugh
and makes you cry tears of absolute joy that make your face shine.

What if you had a child who was meant for more.
Who was the one and only door and the only way to the world.
The brush to paint light across its darkness surface
and turn broken hearts into smiles of light and smiles of childs

What if this was your son - your child
your baby's smile
Would you let him go.
Could you let him go walk a mile with a tree on his back
All the while getting attacked by words and water from the mouths of the ignorant.
All the while silent and acceptant
Coming from a red place where his brothers and sisters tattled and taled
and sent him to be nailed
and let a cat with nine tails kiss his naked skin before his pass to a place of skulls
where the air is sin, and the demons grin
Where he climbs up the tree
and the sin is free to ride the wind and stomp on his bones
sitting cold, broken, and
alone
to atone for souls stolen from home

Could you watch him naked in the tree trying to breathe.
See him in such a degree of pain with a vivid flowing crimson stain
or would you have to turn away in shame as to not watch scarlet sap ooze down the bark of the tree that he's climbed up on for you and me.

Could you see his limbs go limp and his neck swing down
with his head still clutched by a sharp rose crown
and stuck on the branches of the apple tree
and now silent without sound

Could you watch your beloved son die and there's nothing you can do about it.
Even if you knew that you had to let him go walk a lonely mile down the road
without even having his hand just to hold.

And would you get why this has to happen.
And would you understand and see
through the holes in his hands and feet.

This son was painted red up on the tree so you and me can be set free.