What we wanted to say was left unsaid,
Volumes encoded in a single thread.
Hearts were broken, times were lost.
Survival came at a bitter cost.
Possibilities of better times
Littered the avenues of our minds.
Matters of state beyond our control,
Unpredicted by political polls,
Caused us to wonder,
What was our role?
Possibilities of better times
Scattered red, yellow, and brown,
Like leaves
Two days before the votes were counted
We waited in silence.
Resistance 1.0, chapter closed.
