Midweek Review
Her Story
By Lynn Ockersz
Her Story, sadly,
Is replete with repeats:
Adam, the blame-gamer of yore,
Was Her first betrayer;
Then came the ‘Father of the Nation’,
From across the Palk waters,
Who, for a tiny fiefdom,
Greedily sold her honour,
Though at Her spinning wheel,
She smacked of self-sustenance,
But the worst has come millennia later:
Behold Her roaming Mid-East streets,
Begging for bread from lewd-eyed Shiekhs;
See Her being battered into obedience,
In the land of Her birth,
By hulks breathing fire,
Waiting to flex their muscles,
At palace gates She dares not enter.