Conundrum

It is in our blood or so my mother had said
forget not my child,for this is the voice of the dead;
as though the sand rode over by warriors,
the memory had come flooding shoving barriers.

It was long ago my child,we were for the Estates,
the Noblemen,the Clergy whose pocket had no dates,
Bastille was down,assemblies were made
slowly did the futility of our ancestors fade.

It was a spark that ignited the world
uniting the herd,inspiring the bold
an epoch marking an era of quest
when our worth was realised to be yet lost;

Ages after, a young entity ripened
we were invited and duly honoured
my mother,she had said was taught our duty
as a silver lining in years she had realised her beauty,

For the poor,downtrodden and the discriminated
a shimmer of hope,a lending hand was forwarded
filled with pride,she had shared the moment of glory
as the law passed,she embrassed herself later only to feel sorry

Soon the jigsaw puzzle fell into place,
as she became old,running a manipulated race.
she had warned my mother,to never let pride down
yet even in her death bed she had only reasons to frown.

My mother inherited much more than her,
many more in number,in need and distress
she helped the discriminated become equals,
yet ,her intuition told her,inequality is the sequel.

Years unfolded and so did the truth
but she had lost time,watching the sweet fruit
when the fog had lifted,the day had passed
and she was converted into a vote-filling package.

Cries of agony,of injustice and pain
were heard by the deaf and judged by the insane;
yesterday,when she passed she passed unto eternity
i stood shedding tears afraid to inherit her property.

As was with her,I had much more,
many more but faceless privileged for sure
today, I represent a blatant hierarchy
played around like puppets in the vast dynasty

I plead guilty of having lived so long
for having never reached the real needy all along
I let him twist me as he felt was right,
darkening quality in the name of light.

Many today cry out with me
my withered soul urging me to flee;
I beg them to disown me from my institution
the one they call reservation.