For when the daughter experiences a first
it is the passion she feels in the night.
For when the innocent is murdered against reason
it is the cry of a nation that can’t understand.
For when the son disturbs the peace of a day
it is the rage of parents that calm his youth.
For when the music carries upon the floor
it is the color of the dress the darling wears.
For when the veil drops and all is revealed
it is the pain of truth that becomes clear.
For when the last moment is seen
it is the suffering in the eyes that shows all.
For when the child breaks the toys they cherish so
it is the shade their face turns in anger.
For when the people call for devotion
it is the color that speaks for their cries.
For when the people make for a revolution
it is the red that stains the ground eternally.
Because when the people need a reason
it is the stain of a nation that botch the pure history.