shame/dark tales

Saffron isn’t the colour of injustice,

But saffron will be the colour of shame.

Second wives and of saffron lies,

Of saffron brides unrecognized,

Of the Plains and what the Lotus claimed,

Will be told in the darkest of our tales.

Green shrouds sprout in the west,

In the ruins were found:

A broken crescent and stolen dignity.

The only thing for free is: captivity,

So stand on thin ice, and believe the sound,

Of the love we give.

Saffron isn’t the colour of injustice,

But saffron will be the colour of shame.