We were a band of swimmers
Forced to swim along,
With each other hand in hand
As if a throng.
We were abandoned on sea,
No shore out and in,
None seeking us for the sake of none
Except Heaven’s grin.
Some dared swim on horizon-ward,
The rest cowered and stayed.
They believed those were on the skyline,
Standing on their death’s blade.
Others dived straight down,
The rest remained erect.
They believed their blood sits on corals
Wishing not to resurrect.
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