Blue Blood

Blue blood is a myth, you see

For we all bleed the same. 

Burgundy runs hot and fast in our veins

As red and as certain as a sunrise.

We all bleed the same

For the vessel says nothing about the life 

that writhes, quick, quickly in it

and never ceases, 'till it is taken.

Perhaps by God or by another man, 

who will not know whose blood 

it is, smeared stark across his hands 

For we all bleed the same. 

And as we struggle to keep bloodlines pure, 

to purge our perfect world 

of those whose quality of thought 

doesn't meet our blue- blooded standards, 

remember that our blue- blood river flows from many streams

and that we all bleed the same.