5 May 2012
We are golden
and we are free.
No net can hold us down.
We sing a tune,
dance happily.
Over the candyfloss cloud.
Then they appear,
in grey uniforms.
A haunting parade of fear.
They descend
and they attack,
loud screams we can hear.
We must flee,
escape instantly,
but scarlet blood we can see.
So we turn away,
a cowardice act.
And run away do we.
Cowardice Act • Opuss № I