The Red Sea has drowned our nation’s consciousness.
We float on its surface, our lifeless bodies controlled by its currents.
We drifting stares face down beyond its bottom depths, down into its evil, sinful hue of Hell, and the Devil’s Playground, rapidly becoming the place where we increasingly go to conduct business.
Once upon a time we understood that “red” was the color Satan loaned
to oppressive states, like the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, North Korea, and China, and others who tilted their heads downwards, during all physical actions requiring movements, looking downwards to the scarlet kingdom of sinful blood, furnace boiling in Lucifer’s inferno.
Once upon a time we understood that “red” was the color of patriots’ blood at Valley Forge, gore of the Minute Men at Trenton, and oppressive cloaks worn by the forces of evil during the American Revolution.
Blue was our national color, during those times, those prosperous, glorious, industrial times, when we soared, and gazed upwards beyond the stars.
Blue was the path, into which we traveled upwards, ascending up our immense universe of unlimited possibilities. Traveling confidently rising into the galaxies
of ideas, and imagination, and hopes dreams ― always moving courageously
and spiritually toward the direction of Heaven, knowing and believing
that each new step brings us closer to God.
But now, we wear “red,” and cast our eyes downwards
observing the reflection of the enemy in the blood colored water
That have become the portraits of ourselves.
By
James A. Porter
