Debris Poem by Alison Mujati

Debris

Surrounded by own shadows
Actuality perceived, just pictures,
Track back, the notion tortures
In no drama all are villains
Repeat, not even a master perfects
Eloquence is great though not without senses
S.A.T.I.R.E

Let us look back topast arena called history
A time not of reality but poetry
Life lived but in a name of an allegory
Compare then and now, do own punditry
Draw a line and you will not find even a symmetry
Vintage speaksgreatest finery

Sameness has that magic
The past has value
Differences of now are tragic
Some believe present overvalue
Past glory gone, today is shambolic

On a river' s flow, it leaves behind alluvium
A wrecked brick structure builds up rubbles
Long journeys are depicted from traced down footprints
Experience teaches greatest of subjects
To be wise, there must be a background.

Everything mirrors past loss with glory,
Putting it allin words,it's debris