(You know the imposed assumptions of treachery. They can do all they want to make scapegoats of the vulnerable. I write this poem thinking what does it matter? Truth is in trumping its self-belief even in defeat (or victory?); unlike the criminals who have wasted all their chances of redemption. And I couldn’t be bothered, but I’ll never forgive!)
I have lived like a storm and a gentle breeze
This is an earth that was never confounded by disease
Yet, you could have flogged me all the time for being
a ringmaster and a tamed lion in the circus;
under my own tumbletop, there are students
and pedagogues in me; learn from me!
I patiently gave treachery its presumed victories; these self-defeats
were not beyond me. I had calculated that they would
inherit the wealth but would be left shame-faced for eternity.
You can see God’s diktat is that they resign to their
fated dungeons out of their own remorseful guilty!
And if they don’t, it really doesn’t bother me! You can see,
even if I think of disposing evil, it happily comes back at me
with the tenacity of an aboriginal boomerang. I don’t think
I can feel screwed up by these eventualities. I am prone to say
there is an avowal of love and dignity in me. I could have decried
often, but I can say that the permutations and combinations of
treachery, is its masturbation not its sexual intercourse; that I guarantee!
Treachery’s self-love and self-sustenance at the cost of others’ vulnerability
is its own suicide with its own self-consummation and over-consumption
There are indulgences that become conniving ingenuities
deluded in belief in impunity and victory; but actually hapless mortality!
I swear to all the victims, and even the helpless vulnerable colluders,
who have constrained choices, don’t fear! Just keep looking forward to
a refuge in destiny! We may not seem like winners now, but the treachery
will be the refuse of eternity!
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