History is uncoiling its loop and
Looming the accounts of destruction
The plunder asunder that thundered its glory
The pride, stride, name, fame
Died as they eyed
All power, tower, shower etc, etc
Same drama etc, etc
Trauma. Yes.
Prowar rhetoric ringing round
The crimson river that swept the relations
While the children were playing and singing
Unperturbed singing turned into crying
Into sighing
They ran and ran till they fell
Resisting being a product of political ideologies
In the Gulag, ghetto, Auschwitz
Climbing they would get snakes
Falling their algorithm would get erased
Learning that just are most unjust and civilized are uncivilized
A forced religion pounded into the mouth
Formless forms are rolling with senseless words
Rioting the roots in this loot
Atrocity is feeding reciprocity
Turning the pages of history
About the Author
Pulkita Anand is an avid reader of poetry. Author of two children’s e-books, her recent eco-poetry collection is ‘we were not born to be erased’. Various publications include: Tint Journal, Origami Press, New Verse News, Green Verse: An anthology of poems for our planet (Saraband Publication), Ecological Citizen, Origami Press, Asiatic, Inanna Publication, Bronze Bird Books, SAGE Magazine, The Sunlight Press and elsewhere.
