I can’t sleep well since that tragedy came in my dream,
A man asking for my help with a scream,
I don’t know whose the man is,
But I can see fear in his eyes,
Like begging for his life,
To a man holding a shining knife,
I can remember his face,
But I can’t remember where I met him,
I can’t remember the place,
But I can remember goons surrounding him,
Like he was badly beaten,
And was going to face his end,
I tried to reminisce all my memories,
Trying to read my diary if I can find any remains,
I found this entry entitled Bloody Rains,
Now I remembered everything,
The man is a famous newscaster,
And he discovered an illegal doing,
And the goons are the vicious slaves of a syndicate leader,
Help! Help! I heard a man asking for help under the rain,
I followed the voice from where it came,
I saw a man beaten so hard by the vicious goons,
And there’s a man in tuxedo standing there,
Commanding the goons what to do, he is the wicked leader,
I was scared for my life that’s why I hide behind the trees,
He saw me! Yes He saw me!
I can see it in his eyes that he is begging to be helped by me,
But what can I do? I’m only one!
I’m sure those goons will also kill me,
That’s why I choose to run away from the scene,
And just hide the truth inside of me,
Now my conscience never leaves me,
Every time I remember his eyes begging for help, it kills me inside,
Every time it rains so hard in night,
I feel like I’m chilling in fright,
Now I need to do something,
To stop this conscientiousness that I’m feeling,
I’ve already done the right thing,
I’ve told the police about the testimony I’m hiding,
Now I’m here in front of his sepulcher near the cliff,
Asking for forgiveness with so much grief,
If I should done the right thing that time,
It wouldn’t end a cost of life because of that crime...
(Jhon Vincent Valiente)
Nice po! 😊