I see colourful butterflies, waiting their time,
words tumbling theatrically, truth and rhythm.
I see battle scars, too many to name,
and precious gems from fire and flames.
I see a cacophony of colour, nations and tribes
and shame locked away, secured with bribes
I see faith upon faith pulling us through,
and wide open spaces, diverse and true.
I see life rising with every breath,
and uncrossed rivers, life or death.
I see fragility and strength hand in hand
and the blood of passion on the land.
It’s time to live again.
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