After The Parade
The Machinery
Slogans are made
With thoughts lofty and sublime
For a better fate.
On the marching date,
Promises are vocal, coverage, prime.
And after the parade?
The Machinery of grime,
Of the loud Power and State
Again rears out of the gate
And revert to charades and pantomime.
The euphoria begins to fade.
The establishment of slime,
Perpetuates the system of hate,
And persecutions' sad spate
Resumes, in a return to a hopeless clime
Of abuse, with gun and blade.
During peace after wartime
Despite Turing's enigmatic contributions of late
The Machinery ingrate
Prosecuted with their heartless paradigm.
Who is the real renegade?
"We've come a long way," this time
Again the Machinery would say to quell and abate,
While conspiring to derate, denigrate, discriminate.
The Machinery thinks being minority is crime.
So, after the parade,
There seems a higher mountain to climb.
The Machinery will not sate
Until we regress to The Vulgate
And adopt the views of a prehistoric time.
How can I not be dismayed?
About the Creator
Sujan E. Bin Wadud
Screenwriter, Poet, Film Editor, Film Scorer, Music Composer, Righteous Dude.
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