Cul De Sac
A story should I tell you; not an ancient one,
Modern men too in their madness how from truth shun;
Cultures changes; how lives, like ghosts, yet, blind beliefs!
To the very humans how these bring endless griefs!
Possibilities seemed a gold or sapphire shine,
Paths welcomed him like landscapes breathtakingly fine;
Though like a lonely vagabond, he did enter,
He could feel, to him, each one great smiles did render...!
Betwixt smiles he found, midst them exists Satan old,
In the name of rituals, makes enslavement bold;
Caste, color, creed, and sex it defines as morals,
Ethnic enmity is worn as choicest laurels...!
As one born to set free them, he began his task,
They fell on him like pigs and did their wrath unmask;
Perilous pains they caused to him; He bore them all,
Loving them, caring them, he heard the divine call...!
The story is not ended. It's still carried on,
To the hard-hearted, there's no dawn so far is born;
Liberators, like the sun and moon, come and go,
The wind of change on such ones, never wills to blow...!!!
06 February 2023
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