A domino tips, and with it change blows through the trees.

The sun dies, and slowly the land begins to freeze.

Small girl spins through a field of flowers,

A whole country is silent; it's full of cowards.

Treasured possession meant to be loved and protected.

Worn to bone and clearly resented.

Earth shifts below, beneath someone's feet.

Lives collapsed; revenge complete.

Like ripples spreading at a simple touch,

Creating tidal waves, not too little, but still so very much.

The sole decision, of not a few, but a hundred,

Condemns us all, to a fate worse than anything wondered.