It’s no longer news that you are new
Everyone has had their feel of you
You have coloured their skies
And painted their heights
You have nursed their wounds
And decorated their brooks
You have fought in their wars
And shielded their wards
You have buried their dead
And consoled their heads
You have opened your door
And welcomed their all
Becoming a selfless sanctity
That forgot its own humanity.
Without an angel’s wings, you fly
Were you not made of dust at first?
Without a cheetah’s limbs, you run
Were you not carved like everyone?
You forget you’re also mortal
Or are you more than natural?
Immerse yourself in your weakness
Admit to your world you’re no spirit
You are flesh and blood and feelings
Only strong for life and its minutes
You’re no sorcerer; you’re no giant
You’ve only learnt to fight and win
Immerse yourself in your reality
Or else be dazed by all humanity.