Master Valluvan, the Long-Misunderstood Tamil Mentor - Part Four
Part Four
and you might never have thought
the mighty today are like those trodden poor of your day
who
at least were shackled to ignorance by force
by godly fear
a racially discriminating Overlord
now the privileged in blindness give you lip-service
and a lot of money
hoping by this gesture to earn your merit
not earn YOU merit
and the society’s accolade
You remain abused still
by the vain undistinguishing crowd
who upon the mention of your name
rise to feel proud
of what then
than
in their shored-up selves
of belonging within
the self-same pigment and tongue
None of your real worth passes into them
Nor the reason for your epigrammatic lines
Pray
Should I then beg forgiveness for this affront
(Continued in Part Five)
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012
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