A Poem Not For Today. Poem by Sawmitra Roy

This poem is not for today.
For today you are a tempest,
Cored with an adamant will.
Rampaging, galling and crushing the weak.

Save it.
For enslaved you will be one day,
Crooked in cuffs and chains,
Confined in the darkest cell of the Earth.
Revolting, fighting and retaliating,
Struggling, in vain, for release.
And tired of yours frail protests for liberty,
When Hope will vanish from your sight.
Read this poem that day, mate.
For it will bring the light and a piece of free blue sky,
Through the small window of that darkest cell.
And will make you realize that redemption is life.