Fools
Freedom was our brethren for the longest century,
Our dreams were tears of lotuses in the lake.
Our God was king of all humanity,
And still a fool of ourselves we made.
One voice surrounded by a million others,
And in those millions were millions unheard.
Ears were shut and mouths opened,
And still our tongues didn't utter a word.
Men and women cured maladies
Sacrificed existence to ingrain their names in the stars,
How we blamed those stars for the tiniest of adversities,
Ran away on two feet, far afar.
In time, when our ashes will be dust,
A new dawn will awake.
Henchmen will continue the unbounded legacy,
And they too will, fools of themselves, make.
Copyright © Anaya Sumeet | Year Posted 2023
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