They came in
South, North, East West world
Colours in myriads, citizens of every soil
For one coloured war
The war to unknot their many dreams.
They put not aside their voices
No, not their dances
Whether plurals or singulars
No, not resilience.
And when it beheld them
The favour'd lit with smiles
But the downcast...
Down tears cast.
All defended with their all being
All fought... best to all
But left something unlearned.
The poet they left unveiled
The very idol awaited.
