Far better to be savages than to be humans like you

Another milestone

The end of these two years

With people you didn't become friends with

But became familiar nonetheless

When you arrived, you were so self-absorbed

with your aching heart and your little girl dreams

The world has spun a few hundred times since then

Spring has come and gone

You have spiralled into a brave new world

You have dared to raise your voice

which you should have raised all those wasted years of the past

Mostly people you didn't punch in the face

Mostly the times you ignored indignities

or forgave them because they were friends,

excused them their racism, their impunity,

their coal black hearts and their empty minds.

You will never do that again.

They always tell you not to carry hate in your heart

But that is only for the privileged ones

Never having endured social-historical insults all their lives

How would they know what we go through?

To know that our memories had been wiped quite clean

systematically through education

This country doesn't care for the millions of adivasis

whose land is forcibly taken away and sold to corporates,

They only care for eleven men winning a match.

Because it is no longer alright to look away

To be complicit in this vicious terrible silence

This brahmin raj calls us savages, barbarians, uncivilised

But far better to be savages than to be humans like you.