Poetry of the Hare

Hare went to find, connections that

He’d fostered in the past;

In Asia he had travelled much

And memories held fast.

With Shadow puppets he would find

Such stories that were held;

As they had started to renew

Their past they were impelled.

For far too long they had suppressed

Their stories and their past;

But now they started standing tall

And they’ve stood up at last.

Hare look around and what he saw

And mused on what was shown;

The countries that have thrown the yoke

They fought and now they’ve grown.

So many countries that were held

In Colonisers fists;

Have thrown the yoke of oppressed folk

Those times they do not miss.

And Hare who visits these old lands

Epiphany has hit;

He sees the past they have thrown off

They miss it not one bit.