"Who did this?" (Original Poem)

An epic foundation of a poem you wrote there. I don't know what was your age back then but the way you have mentioned it, the sound of the poem itself is super strong. One may delve into it thinking about butterflies but will surely come out with being wise. Thank you so much @whileatwiltshire for bringing up such an amazing poem among us all in HIVE, Colours.

With inspiration taken from Colours, I've written a piece. Wanted to praise and give the writer recognition. So, this is in recognition of Colours by @whileatwiltshire.

"Who did this?"

An anthem of the raised soul,
succumbs in the mist.
As far as I know
who did this!

Leant and unlearnt,
afraid of ashore,
it is he who denies,
that who did this.

Vivid of realizations,
vehemently abhors,
not a shame in eye,
but twitches the soul.

I know, I know
of who did this.

Shackles of thorns,
battalions afraid to die,
not a bullet escapes,
the bullied victims' eyes.

I know, I know
of who did this.

Amid the colorist
stands still many,
the prejudicial distinction
camouflages in any.

Will you still deny
of who did this?

Chuckles-buckles of sarcasm lasts
with victims compromised in a vast.
Rhythm-venom of everlasting ghast,
how shall I say it never lasts?

Will you still deny
of who did this?

Nothing to loath, nothing to steal from,
never-ending beings corrupt souls.
Determined to die, obvious in ties,
Courageous are the endeavors of virtuous souls.

Shall the time come from the divine,
that me and you are in line,
To share the gust of wind as a whole,
to praise the worthy allies.
Alit of fire may alarm, the pitied arms,
To this day may the raised, flight darns.

The End!

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{Cover- Source}

Note. The italicized form is an inspiration from @chrysanthemum.