Love was lost and found in the tears.A painted heart, crystalising our fears.The democratic dishwashers,With Kitchener approving, clock watchersSitting in groups, their eyes wide open,Tear gas tearing them, a bloodshot token,And hands in hands hands lands to bandsOf brothers, not sisters, drifting like sands,A desert of lost partnershipsMasked by the haloed, sun-crowning eclipse. Rembrandt, Dutch…