Long before the curtains parted
machinations and assassinations
heralded the much vaunted drama.
The prelude,
a vapid display
devoid of any real significance
crystallized
into a charade
cloaked as a franchise
to a bemused audience
who watched
the rehash of a tragicomedy
purloined from ancient masters.
A trite and ignominious show
foisted on bleary eyed spectators
circumspect of long dreary martial plays
parading pompous
actors sans scripts
as agonizing interlude.
A duet:
The old puppet
The wily ventriloquist
for a finale,
barked strange speeches
that grated all ears.
But,
the claque clapped
hoisting heroes and heroines
on rigged bloodied platforms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem