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Yesterday, one man saw today 
Through his soothsayer's binoculars 
Coming from a long journey, 
Convoyed by zillion of coloured cravings. 
With it the shower, recycled in heaven, 
The tears and sweat of our fathers 
Extracted by the self-sufficient sun. 
Our fathers, traded by barter for worthless exchange 
Once stood here expecting tomorrow 
When colour blindness would no longer need cure 
And black roses would grow on abused islands. 
So, if today is our rebirth day 
And we have become water; 
Without colour 
Acceptable 
Transparent 
Essential 
Reliable 
Bring out your dancing costumes, 
Ignore the fear of possibilities, 
Dance yet till tomorrow.

POETIC GLORY