In honour of an Empress’ name,
the maharajahs rode through throng
of spectators to wave and claim
cacophony with clashing gong
as elephants processed along
when he, in spotless homespun white,
arose to charge colonial wrong—
attention brought to India’s plight.
Could privileged class feel winds aflame
when Freedom first began its song?
Or, did they trust their power’d tame
a country weakened—Empire strong—
where all must slave, yet none belong?
Ignite a nation’s smouldering fight
demanding rights denied too long—
attention brought to India’s plight.
And so, the Delhi Durbar came
announcing like a sharpened prong
new declarations which proclaim
taxation’s necessary tongs
must reach to keep the salt pans strong.
While British men expressed delight
the country heard a darker song—
attention brought to India’s plight.
A crooked Crown worn far too long
that ruled and never felt contrite
for salty marshland’s tax prolong—
attention brought to India’s plight.
*My appreciation to John Wertz, who invited me to try my hand at writing a formal Ballade. It was a formidable challenge, although one which John, through his eloquence, makes appear easy!
the maharajahs rode through throng
of spectators to wave and claim
cacophony with clashing gong
as elephants processed along
when he, in spotless homespun white,
arose to charge colonial wrong—
attention brought to India’s plight.
Could privileged class feel winds aflame
when Freedom first began its song?
Or, did they trust their power’d tame
a country weakened—Empire strong—
where all must slave, yet none belong?
Ignite a nation’s smouldering fight
demanding rights denied too long—
attention brought to India’s plight.
And so, the Delhi Durbar came
announcing like a sharpened prong
new declarations which proclaim
taxation’s necessary tongs
must reach to keep the salt pans strong.
While British men expressed delight
the country heard a darker song—
attention brought to India’s plight.
A crooked Crown worn far too long
that ruled and never felt contrite
for salty marshland’s tax prolong—
attention brought to India’s plight.
*My appreciation to John Wertz, who invited me to try my hand at writing a formal Ballade. It was a formidable challenge, although one which John, through his eloquence, makes appear easy!
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