With the coming of spring
let the promise prevail
beyond these clouds
and bitter skies
from here to the firmament
as many a lotus bloom
soon a breath of calm
when the storm subsides.
Where the truth unfolds
in courage of heart
by a poison of lies
the world deceived no more
as the Party trembles
in its final hour
aeons awakening
immeasurable like no spring before.
— by G. T.