Red Feathered Cardinal

They make legends, stories

About beauty and beast

To explain their worries

To make hopes and believes

Such a story told by my grandma

About greatness and life of unrest

About being highly in power,

And high-headedly, scarred, bearing crest

It was red feathered cardinal

The bird with great stature and mast

The rights and wishes it cast

Were that influenced marginal

Bringing love, making feelings grow

Flaming romance, passion, dance

With hearts thumping "Viva la Resistance"

And love casting warm glance

Although bird knew nothing of it

The meaning which was given to it

Persisted in its existence

Making hearts burn love as resistance

But once the believe scorned upon it

And heartbroken, horrendously sullied

He caught the innocent bird

For lies that believe had had brought

Birds feathers burned,

Wings torn and ruined,

Cardinal died painful death in believe

That blood it shed could give grieve

To the broken and sad, lonely man

Who in tears abused birds freedom plan

Shouting angrily, painfully… poor man…

May love find his heart again.