And like the final act of the play,
before the final curtain,
from an almost peeled-off wall painting,
a lone Guevara stares frustrated,
at all those that once spoke of
collective farms and promised equitable distribution at gun point.
They all seem to have swallowed the blue pill.
And yet in one of those old grey derelict houses,
With leaky pipes and discoloured damp walls,
In an even older, grey-er non-descriptive by-lane,
Resistance and enfranchisement
still gets debated in hushed tones,
between an old hardliner father and a young aggressive son,
on an empty stomach !
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