Who

   I made my gaze roam around
   then I saw people giggling aloud
   voice of mirth in here surrounds
   as people watch him, a fair young clown.

   

   Behind those shades of colors
   lying in his pale face of glamour
   and gay style of hair people adores
   is a grieving man, out of control.

   Standing outside the venue
   is a man in uniform of white and blue
   day and night he secures
   the land for me and you.

   Yet who will guard him,
   a brave young guard of vim?
   who will make that lone clown
   laugh and own a joyous crown?
  
   There's the moon, hearing your cries
   with non-ceasing pain amid your eyes
   yet who will listen to her lovely stories
   of how she loves the sun endlessly?
  
   If you became a hero of many
   who do you think would save you
   in times of tragedy?