Sunday, 14 August 2022

A one day before indepence day celebration poem

 Dedicated to Kashmir, and to an old jesuit ... priest Stanley.


Leaders in my country

Build gigantic statues on 3000 crore budgets

Instead of schools, roads, proper drainages and toilettes.

Open excretions still prevail

the stink persist from the multiple political speeches, promises and propagandas, language wars.

Broadcasted on tv for mass brainwashing.

On indépendance day they salute the flags

the army parade clowning around patriotic farces

Next day 

the same planned riots, murders, forthcoming élections schemes  and religious issues of

Who ate the cow, or who didnt drink the urine, or who didnt bow before its dung.

When the british left we recovered their methods 

--The taxes.

Wé threw them out to sit in their chairs 

to do the same things in new texts and legislations 

New tax collectors

Taxes to eat, shit, pee, and breathe.

Tax money spend when a minister goes out 

Or changes his mind and comes in, or to pay for his appendicitis operated in the US hospitals 

they look down on the ones in the country as neglected standards

The minister returns post-op, he returns with diplomatic immunity smuggles his gold loaded bagages.

Now, 

Watch out for the new taxes on democracy.

For having said this much, i ve become a national traitor, a terrorist,  a threat to my country's security

À framedup warrant on my head

For not loving my country in their terms

For not becoming ready To be a ' dumb fuck citizen.'

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