By
Sabdapalan
The scratchy tune
Of an old
gramophone,
A blood-fed war
For a broken throne,
Angry
crowds
Pull down the bust;
A beloved hero
Now bites the
dust,
The anointed leader
Awaits his turn;
A divided
country
Continues to burn.
Sabdapalan 2020© Readersketch
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