Spring Colours

Spring is in full bloom And the festival of colours Is letting loose the wild side Of the young and old in India Drowning old hatreds to start anew With coloured water guns and balloons Sprays and powdered colours are splashed On all and on those who try to escape People attire in new pristine clothes For its palette to be more colourful Spring is in full bloom And the festival of bullets Is letting loose the wild side Setting afire newer hatreds By the hard liners in Brussels Explosions and gun shots at the airport Blasting's and blowing off the smoky roofs There are screams with wounded and dead Lying splattered in streams of vermillion A clear invitation to open war Spring is in full bloom For the festival of bullets and colours Befooling ego's versus fooling with others In one world there is joy and a carefree holiday In another world god through the devils Pins down those he wishes to carry The wounded themselves are half dead with shock The tussle between the good and the bad remind us of His scales that keep dangling a change between Planned joys and unplanned gory deaths Balveen Cheema March 23, 2016