Hamelin

When a flutist such as Pied Piper
Plays a woodwind instrument
Rodents and children would queue and march
To his irresistible melodies
Just like the contemporary climate of lip-hurled hatred
Where some hear the euphonious beauty
Of a flutist in embouchure
Like in Beethoven’s Fidelio – her third overture ‘Leonora’.

On boulevards of Levant – a modern day Hamelin
There are creatures who line up inside souks
For a damascene conversion
After all isn’t terrorism the modern bubonic plague
And terror, like the skin that turns sable
With an infection of Yersinia pestis
An abysmal black death.

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