Oh! stop for a while
and drop a little tear
for it is not a flower
but a victim of power.
Its leaves are torn
thorns are broken
and it is not a flower
but a group of petals.
Whose brutal hands
fell it down?
Whose pitiless boots
made it brown?
Show your hands
check your boots
Alas! bow your head
and wash the stain.
Or hide in the bush
for none can wash
the hands but you
Man ,the destroyer.
