shame/ paradise lost

Saffron isn’t the colour of bigotry,

But saffron will be the colour of shame.

Veiled eyes spark black with pain,

Almond-rose skinned infants were snatched:

In the dead of night,

In the saffron reign,

By: hate greater than love, all strings attached.

From the Mothers of the Valley- hijab-bound,

And free,

I learnt more freedom than the Stars and Stripes,

Could ever teach me.

Saffron isn’t the colour of bigotry,

But saffron will be the colour of shame.

Masters of trickery won the second we

Chose: Patriots over humans; stagnation over revolution,

And the snow vales ran red.