They burn you alive,
If you are in the rival camp,
What if you belong
To the same party
They throttle the voice of
Protest
They molest you to
Submission
They tear into your
Body
Looking for vain
Pleasure
What if you are a
Minor
They are the demons
Incarnate
They balance their ‘rule of law’
On the foundation of fear
Their weapon to run
A ‘democratic’ government!
They sell public
Behemoths
To raise funds for ‘development’
They run barbed wire
Through your heart
In the name of
‘National unity’.
What are they?
What do they practice?
Democracy
Or
Fascism?
They bulldoze ‘equality’
To dust!
Author’s note: Some days ago 10 plus men, women and children, were burnt alive at a lesser known village in West Bengal. What is prevailing in the country and state in the name of governance is abominable. This poem protests against the inhuman treatment meted out to the people.
