"Thoughts after pink roses and crimson flags"
When everyone talks about pink roses
People think of it as hope
Despite the threat and terror
By the
order and of its horde
The sorrow and of anger
Trying to be extinguished by hope
As people yearn for change
If not calling to oust a killer
To be honest those who claim to be "red"
Are scared of being bled
Yes,
they praised the arrests and killings
So long as their enemies end "gone
mad"
But no, they're scared of those waving crimson flag
No matter
those who wave end captured or killed
Still those Red fires bring fear to
their faces
That of gunpowder and copper from the deep green
battlefields
Putting justice against the tyrant's phrases.
For sure flowers like what I said will bloom over blood strewn fields
Along
with new songs and poems by bards said or sing
All despite the order's
fear, of written jeers
Still the awakened's march keeps on going
Our
concern is how our hopes becomes seeds
For another warriors to be seen
Be
it in the workplace, street, or in the fields green
"Liberation" is the
battle cry against the mean
And despite the sorrow and of pain
Dawn continues to stretch its arms as
evil withdraws
As martyr's and victim's blood flows on every direction
Flowers
be it fading pink or deep crimson bloom
From seeds called "revolution"
The
spark of people's vengeance
Brought an end to the order's delusion