Is loss mesured in Colour?

Tow boys playing in garden, living their childhood without a care. One fell though and brought the other down too.

Both were bleeding now, their blood the same red. both were crying now, their eyes shed the same tears. Both were left there now, to endure the same pain. Both were made to watch their family standby helpless.

Help was to come soon the community had promised. The boys only had to wait till they decide on which colour to help and which to accuse. As that is the way to measure the wounds.


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