Sunday 14 August 2022

A one day before indepence day celebration poem

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


Leaders in my country

Build gigantic statues on 3000 crore budgets

Instead of schools, roads, proper drainages and toilettes.

Open excretions still prevail

Except, the stink comes from the multiple political speeches, promises and propagandas

Broadcasted on tv for mass brainwashing.

On indépendance day they salute the flags

Makes the army parade 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 

--Thé taxes.

Wé threw them out to sit in their chairs to do the same things in new texts and legislations 

Wé became 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.

And when he returns post-op, he returns with diplomatic immunity to custom pass 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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