Bow low, lest you, blaspheme megaliths
Of glories, earned o’er, stagnant years
All Gods, of today, are yesterdays’ myths
Deified by faith, and its, cherished fears!

Napoleon, indeed was, Born-apart
Elegance, drunken with, chivalry
Who transformed, bloodbath to, fine art
And love, to lust’s, finest debauchery!

Whose life, was a, pious propaganda
A bane, for world, nor boon, for France
A fascist, who flaunted, wild chutzpa
In his rituals, of, ruthless romance!

A misery, of his, own making
His awe, didn’t end, at Waterloo
Never bit dust, yet, crestfallen king
Without spine, lingered, pride’s paradigm
Behold, history’s coup, ethnic bugaboo
A ‘Hero’, Invented, By Time!

© 2021 Vikas Chandra