Jashmina, do you relive my sacrifice for you
in everything that you do? Or is your conscience
just a fold in your soul, or a mountain that
expresses itself like a bridge of succour
to the one standing with the piety to exalt truth
but has to bear undeserved punishment for it?
Do you wish to perpetuate an evil and pretentiously
enshrine truth in a mausoleum, where it will be
buried (entombed) for eternity. Does fear drape you in a frock
that is blatantly weaved by the irony of betrayal?
Must honesty be hidden like a nudity within the front
of failure to confront treachery? Must my integrity
be slayed to be paraded as slivers in a shop for hypocrites
who want to masticate on my convictions?
Did I valour for truth and justice, to be tonsured
by you, and be chained to the pillars of the temple
of falsehoods, and be so enervated at the crunch situation,
that I can no longer bring down the roofs and columns
of the edifice on the heads of my tormentors?
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