Here We Are Today

Some dozen phone-apps banned after a bloodsucking Indian government decided to blame shift.
No land was occupied, he said. No borders crossed, he said. No calamities.
I sit here thinking: a few months ago, under the same banner you all rallied up in support of his charade.
A little fragrance commemorating the glorious days, and as much as empty words can conjure, – essence of unseen money.
No one bothered to look beyond the carrot they held dangling at the tip of your nose. You followed. You voted.

Who would have thought? An entire generation (that can read and write) cannot resist foolish temptations?
Who would have though that an entire generation (that can read and write) does not have the education to analyse!

Blinded by religious hate, empty promises of future, and triggered by intoxicating power, 
you held: colour, creed, religion, gender and language, – your own superiority over democracy!
I have to admit, those of you who voted for him, your brain took a long leave of absence.

Some dozen phone apps banned after a bloodsucking Indian government decided to blame shift.
First it was Lankesh-G at fault – so they shot her on her front porch. Now it’s the fault of the Indian Army.
I wonder, how they plan on shooting them? Budget cuts perhaps?
Forget China! Your back yard is least of your concern when your house is on fire.
Oh you definitely asked for this! ‘Cause you voted them in, you empowered them, you rallied for them.
And those of you who say – “I don’t vote”. You think you’ve chosen to be neutral, but in reality – sided with the oppressor.

Progressive India – an empty promise given to land full of people not bothered to look beyond the carrot dangling in-between their eyes.
Progressive India – so easy. So easily manipulated.

Beyond people, beyond time – this government looked into their profit like good ol’ merchants, salivating at gold mines.
Raging blusterous heavy, empty promises thrown into the mass to grind in with shattered dreams; as they stood watching in fake chlamys.
Democracy died as soon as hate was added as the essential spice – into normalcy, into thoughts, into Indian lives – as they stood watching in fake chlamys.

As empty as rain donating blood, and as dangerous as chasing storms with the hope of fame, – let’s celebrate love.