Roses are red

Roses are red, sky is cold,
and, tonight, stars are being doled.
One for me. One for you.
Receipts are needed when in the blue.
Roses are red. So is blood.
A bush eats bones to give a bud.
Don't put questions and never mind.
Please, look out: see air is mined.
Listen. Follow. Raise. Increase.
Roses are red. War is peace.