fanatics in the garb of politicians, religious leaders, journalists and businessmen would openly bay for blood. Our great nation would be relegated to a position of disgrace. I kept on warning others, praying for some sense, but all forgot the history of Nazis and were like rats following the pied piper. I was afraid this day would come when poetry leaves me because love found me I'm yet to write an eulogy for my dead grandmother, as if she's not dead I'm yet to write an eulogy for the senses I'm losing as if my ears were a pair of socks and I lost one, I'm yet to write an eulogy for a past that's fading,
