As they say, roses are red
Yet the ocean is blue
Just like your eyes on a hazy day
Empty, hungry, and thirsty I run through the forest
The rain falls down around me unnoticed
Again I flee for my life, followed by evil men
Men willing to give anything in exchange
For taking my head as a trophy
The sweat pours out of me in anger
My body cries for rest but my mind knows I must run
I reach the sand of the beach, my steps become more difficult
Holding a red rose, for a moment I glimpse its pure shade
The ocean deceives me, it seems to get closer
But its crystal blue water stays far away
Blood mixes with the rain on my face
My wounds are nothing compared to your pain
The blue of the ocean like your eyes that no longer see
Your life taken before its time, breaking my heart
My anger shows on my face, but only the ocean sees
I grip the rose tightly, thorns piercing my hand
Mere drops of blood in an ocean of tears
The men are closer now, their bullets scream by my head
I ask myself why it has to be today of all days
Why could I not have favor to secretly place this rose on your grave?
My son, I only wished to honor your memory with a small offering
On the anniversary of your death
-Dr. Julio Antonio del Marmol
