Friday, 29 May 2015

A NEW DAWN

Mythical tongues spoke of this day
Primeval mats dreamt of it
with folklore,
Grey beards relayed their youthful fantasies
how at their parting the unveiled still seems vague


Once we saw the stars in the cloud
The message of the messiah's inception the herald did spread

Oh!

Our elation was debased
the fathom was only a caravan of wise men
Who bare gifts of watery words


I have a dream one said
The other boasted of implementing what he called a seven point agenda
One they celebrated for the effigy of his chi, they called it luck


But still the rivulets of primordial mats unrealistic remain

Time!

Her passing the writings on the wall to a spot light bring

The blinkards call it wisdom
The sage call it hope
The activist say its strategy
I hear the masses call it change


Freedom! Freedom!
I hear the caged bird sing
In avalanche I hear mother-earth query
Is this the long awaited messiah?

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