The Lotus

Written by Nikita Sethi 

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For now, we gently pause,

For now we take a breath.

For now, we ponder the cause,

For now we ponder this civil death.

 

Come hold my hand, my sunshine,

Come march in my parade of love.

Soon this dream will be yours, and mine,

Soon, this intolerance, we shall be rid of.