History will judge me differently
but I have my course to run
the absolute destruction of the Kurus
even through those of my own.
Years ago the princes of Gandhara
were imprisoned and tortured
made to beg for food making me
Saubala, the 100th son of Subala
strong and invincible
with a festering wound that cries vengeance
My strength is my thoughts
like the patterns of the dice
I know the terrain of the human mind
I let them wander in the maze of their own head
I pit them against each other
Son to father
brother to brother
friend to friend.
The villain of mistrust
wipes out even the strongest
except of course me and my sister, Gandhari
she who married the blind king
to blind herself there after
tragic to say the least.
Virtue will be the death of Pandavas
arrogance that of Duryodhana’s and his clan
It’s the king makers who rule not the king!