Those gentle bands of colours
Wrapped around over a ceramic coated cloak
In a torrid turbulence of charges set forth
A resistor holds the fort bearing it all
We may see its insignificant existence
Ignore its plight, forget its worth
I know a resistor for what it brings my eyes
The right amount of power, to brighten it
A resistor dies, in the overwelming rush
Fighting to hold back a surge that lasts
If that is anything less than a sacrifice
I would not know death from a life
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