The characters enter the story.

This one did, that one is, the other one said.

Those who raise my flag are the good ones, they are love.

Wicked and cruel is whoever wears another color.

My beliefs, my class, my values, my people.

Pretending, I close my ears to the darkness of my own people.

Making excuses, I close my eyes to my own darkness.

And where did my integrity go when I spoke of love?

When did I abandon my much-proclaimed faith in one humanity?

Why did my actions forget the presence of a God?

God! Erase my character, fill me with you!

May my finger never point at anyone again!

For we are all kin beneath the same sky!

For this one who did, that one who is and the other who said are my blood!

For my thirst for peace is what is provoking this cruel war!

For a finger pointed at a character is a crime against your glory!

For within everyone, without exception, love always lives pure!