would I were in a lifeless world
in which I had no ancestors
in which there was no mark of man
which was blank with no sectors
I see history as enemy
as brutal face of man it shows
the bloodshed, heads with no bodies
heirless corpses under rainbows!
in which I was bound to nothing
a world without a single grave
a world in which wealth was unknown
in which there was no lord, no slave
where goddesses weren't worshipped
with nude idols by lustful eyes
in which I were the first subject
the first person to see sunrise
September 10, 2022
Categories:
heirless, dream, history, holocaust, integrity,
Form: Rhyme
Limerick croisés : Once our Senorita from Sevilla – 11
Once our Senorita from Sevilla
Shed tears for Don Carlo in Opera
Touched by Verdi in heart
Present in Phillip’s Court
She could give her life for Isabella !
Oh ! How she cursed the Princess Eboli
Denounced hers-Inquisitor’s treachery
Upped her seat in Act IV
Hung around Exit Door :
Which caused King Phillip’s heirless Court to flee
So there she slept till the next performance
When tocsin rang the King’s comeuppance
Carlos Quinto’s grandson
All spruced-up as Mammon
Wed Senorita richer by tuppence !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
heirless, humor,
Form: Limerick