No division in the ranks. The lines are long and proud. No question on their lips. But there will always be doubt. Like a chinese painting. All red with its message. A flag high in the sky. Twists and turns its language. Underneath the colours red-blue-white. Cath a glimpse of others. From the corner of your eye. With the rise and fall of. The conductor's blind hand. I play Russian Roulette.