Erasing History

First Published in Cafe Dissensus

Erase, erase the past
Bring history down with an axe

The incarnadine reds
drenched in blood
reduced the hallowed
to decapitated dust

That was almost a century ago.
It’s done. Over. Gone.

Now coloured with cinder
drowns the darkened head
in a riverbed of
Christopher Columbus.

Brought down by
cyber-armed anger
that breaks, burns, tears
in manic rage

Lalon watches history repeat –
The red liberators reborn to deface, to erase the past.
The Fakir sings among the wandering stars…

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