Paikin's Song

Like Why So Red

Like why so red
He couldn't help but see
As everywhere he looked
It was shades of that

And it hurt his eyes
Almost as much
As it hurt his soul
For the beauty of
That good Purpleness
Could not be denied

Nor could he not
Ignore the buildings
That had sprung them up
In the sacred places
That never he thought
Would so be spoiled

But there they were
Dozens so ugly
It almost made him cry

Why so awful now
This was purest beauty
When last I stood me here

Charles Petrie