Smile to Demons

They couldn't push it to pavilion.
It will exist and resist hitherto lies.
They have bravery molten 
in the furnace of oneness.
They have guts to confront onslaughts
of barren deceptions.
And they could smile to demons,
as it makes hundreds of shields.
And they have just a question,
Why are they?.
What they'd done?
There was an answer also.
But it has horrific sounds,
might to devour the souls,
and savage to swallow lads. 
There wasn't enough vigour 
for handcuffs to lay down the smiles.
And there wasn't ample rage 
for guns to penetrate.
They stood firm with stones,
armoured with potency of existence,
stretching toward gigantic tankers.
Even red hands got hold to retrieve. 
Revolutionary poems got birth
from thier fingers. 
History pushed them to pavilion,
But they were able to make history,
the history of independence
and the memoir of resistance.