Did I not wish heartily for all I loved
to be sitting around the dinner table
of eternity; and would the festivities be
tuned by the music of freedom from history;
that was so full of perversions that we
simply rewound to the originality. Like
it was all a surprise classic from a cassette
player with a divinely stereophonic sound!
And I am on an island; call it an illusion, breathing
a wind through every pore; and insulated
from every evil, so that there can be no rash on my skin!
Would I then feel livid that I spent aeons fighting
treachery? And should I have a shadow of a doubt
that those criminal boats should land on my shores
again! Or what I am now in is just a delusion!
Did I visit Elysian fields for only a moment
which was the fool’s cap of my foolhardy imagination?
Because, I certainly don’t feel liberated by the endearments of the evil Left.
Just as I don’t feel glad about vandalising the right!
So much because all this butchery of myself
was inflicted upon me by such treachery, that
there is a God (me) who is always being subject to
injustice against himself by the evil selfish melee led by Prakash Saint Paul!
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