Thursday, 17 May 2018

Rabindranath Revisited

Where minorities fear
and farmers hang high

Where criminals run free, and sometimes for election

Where our land has been stripped and poisoned
and then fertilised with the blood of little girls

Where lies are so loud
they muffle the truth

Where a tired hungry child
stretches its arm towards an air-conditioned car at the traffic light

Where the clear stream of reason
Is clogged with the bullet-ridden corpses of those who dared
to speak up against dead habit

Where minds are held tight by theologies and mythologies
that divide one nation into us and them

Out of this hell of hypocrisy, my People,
let our country awake.

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