Blooms alone in the morn
Hidden to the dimmed eyes
The lotus eater swims on
Unaware of the thousand
Flowers to appear in time
In memory of that one lotus
That stood ground amidst
Dirt, deluge, suffering, pain
Of the chocking black lake.
The man brings back the lotus
Before the temple gates open
And factories begin churning
Smoke towards a drowning sun.
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