For a purple world:

Purple reflections of a long gone age
ripple across the waters of Time.
Red had intensified, so long ago,
spreading it's liquid namesake and rage.
Sweet-tempered Blue, and the magic she did know,
was trapped in the darkness, having broken no crime.

Red, thinking himself stronger of the two,
forged new secrets and worshiped the blade.
Carving his way through the streets of history
he sought a change, to create the world anew.
Seeking one truth, he told His Story,
in place of the old, new religions were made.

But Blue, lonely Blue, shed a solitary tear
before being forgotten, lost and confused.
Ever present, but ignored, she rebuilds the broken,
defending the weak she gives courage to Fear.
Love, Peace and Goodness are all signs of her token.
Had she full power, no one would be abused.

As long as we all wear, those glasses of red:
Hate, War & Torture will be our Gravy Train.
But if you would like, to change our cup of tea
to something a little sweeter instead.
Then come, stand here, and give your hand to me;
Show the Red you're Blue, and end his bloody reign.