Empire’s Enchantment
By Lynn Ockersz
For the Isle’s local Sires,
On whom the reins of power,
Were bestowed with caution,
By a tactically retreating empire,
The umbilical tie with the latter,
Was never brought asunder,
For, the departing big power,
Wanted a faithful local agent,
And our Brown Sahib class,
With its zest for adulation,
Meets the empire’s wishes,
As is now clearly visible,
In the ‘Mother Country’s’ capital,
Where local servants of the empire,
Scramble to be counted as present,
At the funeral of their ex-empress,
Lest their shrill pleas for succour,
Are trashed by the prime powers,
Presiding over a skewed global order.
