Green Drops in the Red Sea

In a world of sparkling red flags,

Blaring bold and bright,

Warning at every glance

Where a quiet voice within whispers,

“Stay away.”

You hold your breath

And push against the tide.

It shoves you back with a feral glare,

Menacing, vile..

Hands rising from the waves

To grab you by the collar

And drag you in,

Turning you into one of them.

Still, with clenched fists, you move.

Eyes narrowed, searching

For that lone speck of green

In a raging sea of red.

A flicker of light.

A shard of purity.

Love.

Compassion.

Empathy.

Genuineness.

All washed away over years

By relentless red storms,

Buried under waves of fear and fury.

The world warps,

Its colours swallowed whole.

A few tiny green dots

Clinging between the blue and the red.

Soon, you fear,

It may become one blazing red orb,

Competing with the sun,

Burning with heat and hostility

And you shrink beneath its glare.

But then,

The green dots stir.

They align.

They link hands.

They spread.

Waves of light rise.

Tides of tenderness swell.

Tsunamis of love and compassion

Sweep across the world,

Cleansing its wounds,

Restoring its quiet, ageless spirit.

In a sea of red, may you seek the green.

Be the green.

And remain one