Red

It's from a DNA lineup...
An open conspiracy.
Socilized secrets, not so secret.
Lineage of the poor,
Which is 99 percent of America.
Marked.
For what is uncertain.
If you have ever gotten a voucher,
You are marked Red.
The Red follows lines of blood.
They put the good food on the higher shelves,
To make it look someday attainable.
Let the gifted ones out of the gates,
To produce technology for their use.
It was a dance in my dream, a ballet.
Where two children in light fought against a multitude in dark.
The light were combining with the dark,
Weaving in such patterns to explain.
The pattern turned into a line up back to back of men and women...
Women had pens in their pockets and wrote, men wrote with their manhood.
And surprise! A pregnant woman shouted with jubilee that she had received a voucher for her daughter to be in the ballet.
Her unborn daughter was Red for life.
Something about the OPA.

I have these dreams a lot and it matches my psychosis.
I wonder what it all means?