maelstrom
a body,
sweat-slicked
under the sun,
in a pulsing thicket
of many limbs,
drums drowned
by the heart
of the crowd.
a fist,
beating air
to the bassline,
clamped tight
around the sound
of harshness rhymed
with humanity.
a voice,
carried high by the
wind that spins
the billowing red
and black
and white
and green
into tapestries
that split the skies
like festival lights.
the voice
of thirty thousand
chants its defiance;
not a bloody cheer,
but a rallying cry.
28/06/2025
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