The Wrong Side of Tomorrow – Written Two Years Ago
I’ll not repent;
Though they say its three strikes for the sinner,
Wake up on the wrong side of tomorrow
And find that I’m not the winner.
Fetch the anaesthetist to take me down
And see the sights so otherworldly,
It’s there, so explore it
How can you ignore it?
Do not resuscitate;
As I am already nil by mouth
Don’t ignite the spark,
When my lights are going out.
To live outside all year round,
You had me hook, line and sinker
To wake and taste the Angostura
Not thinking it would be so bitter,
Then I saw you
For the rabble rouser you really are,
All mouth and no trousers,
No balls to take the final stand
And face the last garrison,
As the juggernaut careers,
The onslaught nears,
Just stop arguing;
Blowing hot and cold
The thermometer has a tale to be told.
Just board the mothership
And take to the skies,
Sorry you’re not a winner
For you, there is no prize.
You want to give it some welly,
You want to tear down the walls
But remember Gandhi;
A state of calm and proficiency
Amidst this state of emergency
Does no one sense the urgency?
Azra Pathan © 2017