Blowing in the Wind...India 2021


And when the last tree was cut down 
And stacked on the last funeral pyre,
And loose earth was thrown 
Over the last shallow grave.

When the last parent died. 
The last doctor.
The last colleague.
The last neighbour.
The last friend.
The last father. 
And brother. 
And sister. 
And mother. 
The last Muslim
And the last Hindu.

When the smoke and ash cleared
All we saw was image and reputation 
Drifting through the political breeze...

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