The Cut And Scar Of Thunder Dragon Poem by Nima Tharchen

People are people, wherever they are
Forgetful are they of the wound
Rather choose to repent and weep over a scar
People are people, wherever they are
They have been like so, thought I so far

But when something our very own came down in ashes
Miracles of greatness clear in boundless flashes
Arose a Phoenix of hope from the Ashes
Just the one blazing happening
Enough for a whole nations awakening
Neither had they the interval for grieving
The people gripped addictively in the rebuilding
I am certain it would come to its original state of being
Slowing but definitely the phoenix of hope
Would be reshaping, It will be done
As the people of the thunder dragon are one

People are people, wherever they are
But the true strength of people are
Made known by a cut or a scar