In the womb of stars where time was spun,
No race was born, no flag was won.
Only light and dark in sacred dance,
The pulse of cosmos, not of chance.
Day weds night in cosmic flame,
Black and white—neither curse nor shame.
The law of poles, the yin, the yang,
Creation's heartbeat, harmony sang.
But man—oh man, with ego blind,
Chose skin as...
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