There is a poignant patience, like a limerick
that has a laughter from humour that never
dissipates. There is a war of roses struck
between agony and expectation, that never
seems to come unstuck from the thorns, if
restraint was an anomaly not an amenability!
There is a ludicrous tyranny, where people
are walking in a darkness of countries, that don’t
seem to answer to conscience or care about truth!
There is a sky that shakes loose to fall everyday
in the backdrop of your convenient dishonest lifestyles!
You don’t want to know if it is the thunder and
lightning asking for justice, or calling you out!
But you don’t want the revelation hammered
like a nail into the wall of the hides of your soul!
There is no inebriation of passion or compassion,
There is no mystique solitudinal soul-searching,
Everyone wants to be sots in the pubs of lies
Everybody seems lost in the ease of complacence.
Mutiny of the righteousness is discouraged. Where
do I go, to which unctuous window that reflects a flight
taken by the diaspora to return unwillingly home?!
If that’s what an evil will make me do? Is defiant reluctance
a hazard, or preservation of one’s soul a crime?. If you think
earnestly that love is deceit or deceit could be love,
to break the chasms of treachery? I am not bound by
the chains of evil, nor is my sacred halo disfigured by
impositions. My spirit is not broken; In fact, evil is long broken
by the guilt of its own connivance! Or is there any guilt?
No matter, I just love my sacredness like a tender dew
that honeys my precious soul and keeps it refreshed!
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