He, You, I

We were unwilling acquaintances
of separate worlds and separate minds
He, six foot tall and ready for revolution
I, five feet tall, with a dream.

Then, there was you 
With your talk of change, transparency and a revolution we could all be part of
Camp to your politics of division and unity,
we were all called and all of us said yes,
all at the same time.

I still remember days of smouldering heat and burning grass as we lay on a ground we knew not to touch
They called us rebels. We called ourselves changers of a system we knew we could not change.
But then I slipped away amidst the haze as the screams got louder, the hate more bitter
I kept saying that wasn’t me. I did not want to become what you already were. 
Perhaps, I already was.

Hypocrisy is a comical word. They all call you that 
He, six foot tall and ready to defend you till the death of his own dignity
I, five feet tall, with an idea.

But then, we are all hypocrites, you know.

Photo credit: Foter.com

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