Through its ticks and tocks
sway generations creating history –
his-story, my-story, their-story. Stories
scripted in sorrowful sighs, jubilant aahs,
exasperated oofs, unforgiving oops...
individual and cumulative.
tales of shame and bigotry,
of nations and world communities
of hair-raising abominations,
cruelties and depravity
of inhumanity and indignities
of legendary kindness and love
gilded narratives will get tarnished
elevated monuments will crumble.
Time will continue to chime
Like Ozymandias, all bloaters and gloaters,
the persecuted and persecutors
in dust and ashes will evenly mingle
Each one buffeted between the swings
of the equalising pendulum
will be chipped down, atomised, levelled
who will then tell king from pauper,
believer from infidel?
Who the tyrants, who the heeled-under?