Pink Triangle

Branded by those sundowns without night 

Surrounded by words never finished 

But those eyes that would be stored away 

In the margins of straight history 

Pink triangles pointed downwards 

Like knives and daggers impaling the heart

Fallen snow, black of injustice 

Images of death, tattooed onto their eyes

So many lives and desires vanished 

Underneath the walls of patriarchy 

Pink triangles pointed downwardslike knives and daggers ompaling the heart 

Having suffered so fully for love 

A love do brave and savaged 

Each and every mask grows pale

In front of this blood so coldly shed 

Pink triangles pointed downwards 

Like knives and daggers impaling the heart