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Waiting for Kali

Gods are muted

powerless and abandoned

imprisoned as specters

witnessing the desolation

the winter bloodbath

of brutal conquests

that marks our world

in this

Age of Division

‘Power to the people’ –demanded the revolution

capturing the streets with the raw belief

those songs of hope now lie scattered

betrayed, silenced and murdered

an un-heeling wound, in memory

a disintegrated map, of possibilities

revolution reincarnates as revenge

in this

Age of Rage

Stories told through distorted mirrors

a hydra of elevated untruths

at the next bend lies the precipice

eternal destruction is foretold

and therein lies the rescue

in the formless fury of disruption and restoration

the cycle of everchanging time

she rides ferociously

as the

Age of Kali