Can we survive this, like this?
Emerge victorious with these —
Many names for one face, so many,
Broken bridges, even more,
While usual victors parade
In single garment, seamless?
Kowtow?
Outsource?
Or consult those who know the road,
To find a way forward
From this seemingly
Insurmountable quagmire?
We shall not bow in vain,
Nor borrow another's feet.
We shall gather our fragments,
Weave one name, one truth, one light,
Till every toil of heroes and heroines
Is reflected,
Counted,
Seen.
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