Red Revolution.

I touched revolution, before birth...
Through, 
mothers' mercy, 
fathers' love.

Birth, 
in the red bed,
grown up through
the stories of Che Guevara.

The words... 
that warmed my blood..
Revolution,
in his words...
"The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe.
You have to make it fall."

Red tides in my heart, 
i stepped to find Che Guevara.

At last..,

I find him in me, 
when they killed,
Che Guevara came out from me. 

The red words...
"I know you are here to kill me.
Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man."