A Change Will Come

History repeats itself over the

Centuries. They rise, they fall, and they fail,

Then, for a time, a small peace, or a pale

Facsimile of it, reigns, but feebly

And for just a few blissful years, until

Another orator, preaching hatred,

Rises out of the scum of the sacred,

Polluting it, making it a landfill

Of screaming lunatics congregating

In support of another lunatic.

This time too, the lunacy will not stick

And you will see it disintegrating.

The future is always there, a bright star

Twinkling, inviting, a dream from afar.

Pandrang Row©