Remembering Littles

As waves of white-blue-red machines
Lumber over Maidan's green
My sadness turns to seas blood red
Was it worth it? Seems obscene

As the tide of an odious orange
Sweeps across a world of colour
My animus turns to Sea of Red
Whence they came? From avarice or Other?

But here and now.
Ólafur Arnalds' zephyr tones trickle
Over my late night island
As an elegy for Forgotten Littles

Here and now.
His notes rain in as I surrender
To late night Alones
And so I breathe and breathe Ólafur's Remember1 2

1 This poem was inspired in part by Ólafur Arnalds's song, Re:member. See https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN_gcFcI68c and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAhO5eegMfY.
2 I declare this to be my own work, entirely. In particular, no AI was used in any research, analysis, synthesis, writing, nor typesetting of this work. In short, AI was not recruited at any time in this work. Errors and inaccuracies are therefore proudly my own.