The Threshold of a New Dawn, Perhaps.
The Threshold of a New Dawn, Perhaps. A struggle it is, with a tinge of scuffle Strife devoid of blows attributed to tussle A mere scramble for balance with claws Like that of a pride interrupting with alacrity, The tranquility of the jungle The serenity of its milieu in the quest for fame, for power and for recognition to the detriment of its sanity. An epoch-making era in the history of a nation, a supposed great nation, Entrusted with the destiny of a race, A race subjected to arbitrary hardship, Segregation, Discrimination Nay subjugation, from time immemorial. A pendulum-like destiny, dangling in the hands of desperados Overambitious men & women Unambitious youths & children Complacent with mediocrity over meritocracy And for the sake of a spoonful of gunpowder preferring quantity to quality. It has metamorphosed into a tug of war lately With potent but clumsy fist looming the air, this way and that - haphazardly Men and women raging and fuming Armed...