Questions for my Generation
Bablu Waribam *
Born in the land of the Suppressed
I watched the masses oppressed
Sucking their neighbors blood
Ripping each other's guts
Get me my lost identity, cried the mass-murderer
Just let me be, yelled the money worshipper
A minority now – driven away further
Expecting love from another Mother
Whilst they fight for their land Fools!
They'll all die for this land
Yet in our hearts, the pain lingers
Faraway without remorse, the Tricolor flutters
Upon questioning their might
Our Rights, they got it nullified
Their guns and bombs, all that's justified
Wonder if Democracy just committed Suicide!!
With hypocrisy in their eyes
And manipulation on their minds
Our tears they pretend to wipe
It's for us they say, they fight
But who's affected? Just us
Outsiders ask - What's the fuss?
With this worldly chaos, I look upwards
In Heaven, my faith begins to blur
The Dasavatara shirks responsibility to re-incarnate
Despite the offerings and prayers that you've made
Another One just lies in his cross, nailed
The Gods that you pray, has indeed failed
Devoted worship and songs in His praise
Candles and lovely odors are all that He cares
So I laughed as the holy men sang
With their chants and their poisoned fangs
Broken promises from every quarter
Thieves and murderers, the only ones with laughter
Keeping quiet when they take your bread and butter
In the hope of living just one day longer
* Poem written by Bablu Waribam, a first time contributor to e-pao.net .
You can contact the Poet at bee7july(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on June 03 2011.
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