Poetry

Involution of a revolution

the singular blue eye watches,

poignant

clairvoyant seers feign the squint and

itches

crutches abandoned, the senile discover a new

nonchalance

aberrance in youth endows bravado, ready for imminent

lynching

flinching at the sun-soaked day he walks in, a smile

flawless

clueless the guards push and shove, as the vociferous crowd

rejoices

choices of exile or shameful remission, with a wave of hand

spurned

adorned with eyes that resonate his polemic, of an impelling

diction

sedition with grace, conjuring a verbal trance, in its riveting

reach

teach a lesson, o people of forgotten clans, recall the ancient

tenets

senates wince at the sanguinary call, now victims of the

wronged

thronged streets echo tumultuous war cries, precipitating a

flood

blood on the hands and anything that glints reflect his scarlet

words

hordes of warriors fight for justice, his vision a grand

convolution

revolution though they soon realize goes round on itself,

recoils

foils reason, with an equivocal vigor fizzles

out

rout the echelons, open the dungeons…

~~

a blue eye felled

for another to inevitably rise

cries of mothers, of conscience, pierce the bones

the fallen and victorious

stung by the cruel reprise.

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