What path are we on?
Where history is being erased,
bulldozed, razed
Where prayers are criminal,
Food suspicious, love a mere ploy;
I spy a child, taking a peek,
wondering: If it’s safe to cross
the threshold into my home
But who can really tell these days?
Fed the putrid air of hate,
Even kids are beating up kids
Is this what the future holds?
In your quest for a mirage;
that glorious past you can’t get enough of,
Do you realise that you have
almost severed the bond?
You seem to be headed
back into the caves,
taking along a populace,
trapped and maimed
Gandhi can only look on,
As our youth once again
spend years in prisons
For a freedom that may not come…
A Thousand Mornings 