Antiphon

I was born in the struggle
as were we all.
And when the time comes, I'll make the heavens rain Fire.
I'll live to see the concrete torn up.

And when the bondsman's bounds are broken,
And we live plying the earth for our food,
You may find me again as Fire among you,
Calling, "To the mountains!"

And when we ring the mountaintops like stars,
When the air is thin and doesn't disturb breath.
I'll present the fish and burning anemone,
With words of mud and wine.

But I was also born in a pool of water,
rain drizzling on my head.
And I cry when I am separate,
And I smile when I am whole.

Each river begins as a single point in the sky.
Further downstream, rivers join, then flow away.
But the river does not forget, and neither do I;
Each river longs for its ocean.

I have a box where I keep my things.
Statuettes and rose petals,
Shells and feathers,
And a censor to catch the ashes.

I used to look at them during autumn rains,
But now I lay them all at her feet.
For each is brought to fulfillment,
With a nod of her head.

Red is not the color of the revolution.
The color of the revolution is Amethyst.