The Curtain Falls
Gone In The Wind
Embers flew, sparking the winds of change…
Atlanta was burning, men were set free
from the chains forged by man, who thought a slave was a thing
All around there was chaos, two brothers at war
one fought for freedom, the other, slaveries law
Yet, fashion prevailed, and etiquette lost
Scarlett, a fickle, heard the curtains final call
It was sewed and she donned it, and pranced into town
but what she encountered was brand new down South
Rhett Butler, her ticket to a life she once knew
she pranced in her curtain, how green was her view
So pretty she was in her fine velvet dress,
a sight to behold, to the prison she went
Scarlett, in green was a sight to be seen
her calloused hands hid in the folds of her seams
Rhett Butler, a fool fell into her trap
the tie-backs, the tassles that swung from her cap
The war was now over, but she could not see
beyond the stage and the borders that curtained her dreams
The old was now new, yet she held to the past,
Rhett Butler, awoke, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn”
The curtain has fallen, poor Scarlett was doomed
to Tara, she thought, to her small curtained room
Through the mist she will seek him, to find him again
she just doesn’t see it, the mist was her dress
“Tomorrow, tomorrow, is another day”,
I’ll sew me a curtain and Rhett will be appear
No other in Georgia, could spin with her mouth
“After all, I am Scarlett, the Belle of the south”
“Mammy, my curtain, I will rise up again”
she pined and she swore, “I’ll never be hungry again”
Curtained, her charm, she wore on a whim
the embers now ashes, are Gone with the Wind
All she knew is lost, and now has passed
left to us in a book Mitchell, penned in her head
The South as she knew it, has now long been dead
Antebellum was Scarlett, a slave to the past — 2019
The greatest betrayal, the yoke of a brother,
a mother, a father, a child’s laughter haunted
The greatest of gifts, is the life of another
when you respect all men, not by the shade of their colour
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, we must learn from the past
and honour each other
White isn’t a privelage, if your heart is a coal
that burns with hatred and scorches your immortal soul
We must love one another, regardless of race,
regardless of the colour, the hue on a face
Behind the colour, is a soul that needs love,
affirmation, “I’m human”, created by God!
If you love your God, you should love all his creations
black, white or blue, he created us equals
Be not like Scarlett, blinded by greed
when the curtain falls, all man is born to be free
Freedom, is a state of its own
it sparks in the mind, flamed by the soul
The heart of man, rises from the ashes of shame
take look in the mirror, do you not see their pain?
If you can’t see it, how wretched is your soul
doomed to repeat the mistakes you extol
Ashes to ashes, and dust we become
in the grave there’s no difference, we all will be gone
There’s a virtue in death as there is in life,
the grave with a marker, cares not for our pride
The earth will consume us, she measures our length
not the shade of our skin, but she can’t bury the past
She doesn’t discriminate, we are all victims to time
she will bloom in the spring, from the bones of our crimes
Fiddle dee, dee, could be heard on the wind
and the bells toll the chime, allow freedom to ring
The embers of change have reached the world far and wide
they just ask to breathe, it is their God-given right! — July 2020.
Copyright ©. R Tsambounieri Talarantas. 2019-July 2020. All Rights Reserved.