Drawing the Human Flag

When the language of our bodies speaks louder than words,

When three colors outline the song we have always chanted,

When a national anthem becomes a lullaby, a nightly prayer, a symbol of the ultimate love,

When an old lady, barely managing to walk, stands next to you and calls for freedom,

When you still see people standing before the sepulcher, trying to hide their tears,

When everything you have read about in books becomes the only reality you live by,

No matter how hard they seek to hide the sun, you begin to see the burgeoning aurora.