Mirror me, mirror you,
From behind the black shades,
Is the big black wild,
Shooting darts into the crowd,
One falls slowly to the earth,
Indigo rushed out of hiding,
Held him lest he hits the ground.
The people have been held at a spot for too long. They won't dare move. Anyone who struggles so hard to make a move is brought down.
He who held them is high,
In spirit and weed,
Often seeing himself as god,
Yet no one has ever seen him,
His command is from the dark,
With a coarse voice he speaks,
All heard him but none knew him.
The wickedness of man abounds in his heart. And he won't let the masses go to a land that flows with milk and honey. They won't be free, over his dead.
Unburden me you faceless monster,
Kill me and let me die again,
From a shattered mirror,
Hiding in the dark,
Isn't that cowardice?
To hit a man from behind,
When you can face him headlong.
He would finally show up so that people will know him. This psychology is working on his emotion. See, the shells are broken and light is about to beam from the dark.
Soldiers of fortune,
Hang in on,
Your fight isn't a waste,
The zeal at the battlefield is fierce,
Like mustard seed you fought,
This faceless monster,
Frail like the chaff tossed by wind.
You are man enough,
Show forth what you can do,
Bringing your people glory,
Shame isn't your pride to make,
That your people suffered under your tutelage,
What pride have you to share,
A broken mirror is useful in the case of none.
This poem is dedicated to all the people around the globe who have been suffering the scourge of bad governance.