Do you hear it?
The voice?
The voice of the million cries,
Agonized by pain
The voice of the children dying from hatred,
Screaming of pain
But, do you hear that voice, that one voice?
The voice of a butterfly, that tiny butterfly?
Colors of the warrior
Being in the depths of death
Pushed down
Knocked down
Thrown down
But why does it stand?
When it is pained
Why does it spread its wings?
To a point of flight
Soaring up to the sky
Feeling the wind under its wings
Touching the rays dripping by
With scars, with pain, with darkness
Ahead of it
Why does it stand strong?
When it is on the point of collapsing
Feeling unbearable pain