1) seventeen years since freedom was sought
and six and a half after it was got
lived people in a country so small
could be called a county of a midget doll
2) rifts though between former colonizers and slaves
were too great and big for mountains to climb
a sin it was to to construct the road
which peace would harmoniously pave
3) in such a place lived an old rag of a man
fine in one eye and blind in the other
cursing his fate for giving him a left eye
which didn't add to the right an inch further
4) curses he was spouting when he noticed a loud bustle
he followed it to see his people form a circular nostle
discussing they were with three people in the center
as if the crowd a student and the three some religious mentor
5) poor Michael died replied the first person in center
who is Michael and why do we care? said the crowd in mock
killed and robbed in blood so cold provoked the indifferent second
maybe a past life's sin or revenge of a kin said the crowd in banter
6) his home was right next to their houses
came a voice, which muted all voices
engulfed they became ready to march
inquiry and doubts demoted to noises
7) wait let us confirm ! said the younger third a dissenter
foolish he was for realizing not he had his foot on epicenter
traitor you are, are you a traitor? the crowd haughtily thundered
avenge we shall ! and take revenge we shall ! and make them pay for their blunder
8) what happened next no one knew
houses were burning and sky in fumes
blood finally freed from those jailers called veins
green grass was trampled and it lost its dew
9) despair trodden the old man sat
hopeless and helpless near a burning shack
tears in the right eye and darkness in left
innocence spirited away by theft
10) with a teary eye he saw on the road
an unknown girl of eight or no more
tears and fear filled her eyes
seeing the feast of crows and mice
11) her eyes the origin of a parallel brook
his of a lonely stream
vision did double and vision did half
but the pain and scenery seamed
12) the old man mumbled with a crooked voice
that it matters not how much I see
a change of my left eye I wish no more
a change of what I see I need
