Flame at one end, a
hand holding the other 

The hand holding it is
surrounded by an armed brother

The flame in the torch
burns, giving new hope to the souls battered

They smelt the fire
too well, that is what mattered.

The lama, smart and
wise

Chose the right time
to rise

The torch runs in
every major city, burning on and off

The motherland tries
to suppress them, only to see their bloody red cough

People one after the
other pull out of the run

After a long period of
darkness, rises the sun

Leaders realise the
crimes committed, the lives lost

The games are a result
of history's human cost

The reds go red with
anger

Sadly,the issue is not
too big to park it in their newly constructed airport hangar

The games will go on,
medals will be won, emotions on the field like the seasons

Only time will tell if
the games were for the right reasons

Had to shrug off the cobwebs from my brain to
write this piece after a long time.

Hope the reader connected with
this!