Long have held these wretched gates of Inequality
Built on corpses of Destitution by Brutality.
But Winds of Time, never do they mind a singular march,
Shifts are churning in the pits of Morality’s arch.
Rinsing viscous venality of Status quo,
Rage is drowning indifference in floods of Furor.
Gilded plumage is getting ruffled,
Plush heaven of segregation now lies buckled,
Quiescent courage is thawing out,
Slowly but surely,
Rebellion of the Diminished is holding ground.
Tears of the Abused now burn with Ire
Stand witness to how broken bones ignite Wildfires.
Since today marks the one year anniversary of my WordPress blog, I decided to share this post and artwork. The two links in the images above will direct you to my Redbubble page where, if you want, you can view other products. I had completely forgotten I had made a Redbubble profile (talk about starting too many projects and then failing to keep up every which way!) and it was only a couple of months back that I found it and started adding random patterns and a few abstract artworks. It’s a slow work in progress and I haven’t paid much attention to my shop but this artwork has recently been added there.
As for the poem, it is as personal as it can get. I won’t go into the depth of the reasons why I wrote it but I’ll just say that I find hope in my generation and how we can’t and won’t stay quiet in the face of discrimination and injustice. And although the unfortunate truth is that fascism is on the rise all around the globe, I take courage & inspiration from those who even in the face mortal threats, never shy away from taking a stand for what’s right. Hope you like it. 🙂