tokenism

gultu got out the boat
and the duchess the rope
we started at the right time
it was monsoons the early overtures
the witches brought light
and the duke tended to the dark
there were many amongst us who thought
this play is but a lark
kunal kept the score
we all took turns to open athees door
we did this play
with a small prayer of hope
if there'd be no applause
let there be dope
was there there was
practise that poached rest
the preacher spoke in jest
granny nanny and the child
the baby if you want
i held her trembling
she forgot her lines fumbling
whod believe mo is bedlin
the monsoons an excuse for maudlin
memories
in the morning we woke not from sleep
but from a stupor of bees
in the morning the music died
but gultu keep the boat ready