SIGN LANGUAGE
I stare at a sign
It's new
Speaks of change
that some say is due
It stands buoyed, spine erect
Pride swelling with the collective breath
of a selected few
Them that have stayed true
and with patience have waited
Believing in illusions
crafted and created
Stories that have changed hands
morphing over years to its present avatar
As flagrant clickbait
I stare at a book
Translated yet again
Origins forgotten, perhaps
lying in a catacomb with the dying
A compilation of religious prejudice
A treatise of sorts, A man-made compromise
that profited some,
that profited some,
Them that chose The Chosen
with a prescribed view
No digression from a unified ideal
Winning wars, armed with zeal
And a dream of cherished after life
I stare at the earth
now divided and demarcated
Stamped all over with curses and blessings
of judgements both loved and hated
Awaiting a new sign
Another entry into another chapter
of mythical reality
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