In the spirit of love,
One April night under the stars,
A child came to be
A heart
That beat a lovely sound.

It knew nothing of the world,
But felt danger all around.

Evil was laughing in its ear,
Speaking blasphemous lies
That it would be a
Mass of mire
Going down the drain.

An image not nice to see.

Everywhere people gathered
There was crying
And yelling
Words were spoken it did not understand.

It tried to say,
"I love you,"
But it could not be heard.

It grew, but so did the noises,
"You're violating our rights and dignity
To do what we want with our bodies!"

Until, one day...
It came into the world
All dressed up in red
Like those foolish Hand Maidens.

Only, it was blood
And it cried. And it died.
Love did not win the fight.