Poetry | The Fire of the Unyielding

The Fire of the Unyielding

Beneath the sky, a sea of flame,  
In orange and yellow, they stake their claim.  
A thousand voices, bold and bright,  
A protest born of shadowed night.  

Their banners ripple, fierce and free,  
A blaze of hope, a roaring sea.  
Each step they take, a spark ignites,  
A chorus rising to the heights.  

The sun above, their silent kin,  
Its golden light pours deep within.  
It fuels their fire, it feeds their cry,  
A mirror of the flame on high.  

Their hands are raised, their hearts ablaze,  
A tapestry of sunlit rays.  
They march as one, a living art,  
A masterpiece of human heart.  

The streets they tread, a canvas wide,  
With every step, the colors bide.  
Orange for courage, yellow for light,  
Together they challenge the endless night.  

And though the world may try to dim,  
Their fire will never fade, nor slim.  
For in their hearts, the sun does burn,  
A power no force can overturn.  

So let them rise, let them shine,  
A protest fierce, a love divine.  
In orange and yellow, they stand as one,  
The fire of the unyielding, beneath the sun.

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