Winds of Change
Some can only process hatred
Tell them not about love
Nor confide in them about beauty
Nor any positive thoughts
For they would sooner condemn
Without mercy than let reason
Invade their nasty little universes
Take Leila for instance who
Without a second thought
Handed over her lover
(Of many a season, I may say)
To his erstwhile sworn enemy
But who unbeknown to her
Had stumbled upon the truth
And was ready to forgive
Past and present wrongs
Emanating as this one did
From a rogue regime of earlier days
‘Your destiny cannot be built
With the blood of the oppressed'
They had firmly asserted
‘No matter what others may say
The winds of change
Will not cease to blow.'
O it would have been different
Had the flame of revenge
Not been doused by a greater good.
It would have been bad enough
But would she have cared?
She would have loved to see him
Roast over a slow smoky fire
Like slow burning tyres!
She remembered with nostalgia
The dark ugly days of neck-lacing
Poor imbecile that I love!
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