Music built from nothing,
face with resistance,
but created to unite.
Making the best of absence
and expressing repressed anger.
With a sudden rise of power
confusion crept inwards,
strangled cries arose,
and it was torn apart.
And then as it developed
a new face had evolved
they had united into warring factions
arguing their cases with hard words
but now the original purpose is lost and drowned
in a forgotten mood
and these dancers are at war.
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