red February is over and its cunning Trojan gift wrapped in the colours of blood
February is red; red wrappers for boys toys that bring foolish girls joy
February is red; reddish skirts stained with ink from the pen between a boy's towers
Do not shed red tears Awero
he came he saw he conquered, you're broken: broken into an unbreakable stream of tears
Saint Valentine has stained our stale senses into seamy scenting sins
he came like locusts and lapped her Nile into a stench of redness
red is war; It's the colour of a man not 50 shades of grey
Awero, do not think the noose a consolation, be like Christ and carry your cross
but! do not forget yuppie, how he coloured you red with the lips of Romeo, a trip to Rome and Paradise in Paris
how he fanned a volcano into your restless ravine and hung you on the spoils of his war
Awero, when your protruded belly gives birth to a bouncing mistake
and you sing; Who sat and watched my infant head....
do not forget this chorus; the chorus from a broken Valentine