1949
In the horizon, ten thousand fine linesPlay the tunes to appease the mind
A gift from the sky above
To the soil, with love
She looked at the pouring rain, happy and fond
But he gazes instead into the shadows beyond
Ambiguity intensified hostility
She tugged on his arm, but could he respond?
This man of unquenched flame,
who knows the darkness by name
Yet she asked, all the same,
What is it, what are you looking out for?
He said not a word and looked further on
And away he looked on and on
Flash of lightning
It was 1949
He is running
Nearly out of breath
Every step, every action
determine life and death
Calm the tempest within
and tame the jungle outside
Run, despite the rain that never subsides
The turbulent weather turns friends to foes
So keep your gun close
Keep it close...
Don't you like the rain, she diverted
Again he left it unanswered
Who was this man who looked at the rain so different than all others before?
What was it, what was it he saw?
Don't lose sight of your aim
The enemy is relentless and unashamed
They won't hesitate
"The only good Reds are ones that are dead"
To the rivers the red waves spread
Spewed from severed innocent heads
It isn't a war crime if this wasn't war...
And so then, what makes a war?
It's finally cold again after a hot day, she said
And he was silent instead
Always watching the shadows ahead
with wariness that never waned
Was that rain trickling down on his face
Was it rain?Mar 13, 2023
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