Poem by Lily Swarn
(forgive the dismal tone of this verse)
Yes! These hands will never be clean
All self proclaimed Lady Macbeths !
Mock Messiahs of modern times
Cleansing, purging, desecrating in names of religions
How will we justify the vicious tirade against fellow humans
For the supposed atrocities of their forefathers ?
Can we truly rejoice at the coming New Year ?
When the horizon seems grimy and dim ?
Our sun seems to have some sinister virus too
Our sky has misplaced its teal and turquoise robe
Tennysons’s bell will not ring out the false
Nor does it want to ring in the true
It’s only a blow after another blow
No happy bells across this snow
Copyright Lily Swarn 26.12.2021