The colour of war is bloody red
Surrender is white
Thousands dead
In the name of Peace, fight.

Yellow belongs to cowards
Stale blood, rustingly brown
Young Green Howards’
Orange flames burn down.

Green patch-worked fields
A wasted existence
As abandoned yields
Brave organised resistance.

Boundaries created in black ink
Others with thick red blood
When dry eyes blink
Suspended emotions flood.

Ordered treaties make peace
When wooden gavels mallet
Distant vibrant hues cease
To mix an artist’s palette.