The voice

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