We utter hope
Whilst there is doom in our heart
Because we must, we must.
But must we not also pronounce that doom,
To air it, our grievance,
To announce it,
What is our obligation
What is our duty in expressing,
Who and what are we protecting?
Ah, but in the letting out, in the mixing flows
Be not so afraid to intermingle,
For there forms the colourful stream
That is reality itself