Behind the lapel, a circle of red, A pin no one wore here before. A glint in the light, a shimmer of threat— But whose jacket opened that door? Who wears the badge? Who joined the crowd? Who whispers the slogans aloud? Who stands a little straighter now? Who watches us from the back row? But why? But why? The world was safe just yesterday. But why? But why? Are shadows learning how to stay? A blond boy smiles with innocent eyes, But something behind them has changed. He walks with men who walk in lines, And the room feels… rearranged. Some know the danger, Some see the signs, Some feel the tremor before the quake. Some understand what power can do When given to those who break. But who? But who? Is wearing the badge tonight? But why? But why? Does the red glow in the light? Behind the lapel, a circle of red— A promise, a warning, a vow. The music plays on, but the room has changed, And no one will say it out loud.