I can't pretend that
I did not see
Someone being murdered
With the ease of reaping paddy with sickles.
I can't pretend that
I did not hear
The blood being washed off,
Hands absolving themselves of blame.
I can't pretend that
I did not smell
The glee lurking in the air
As vote banks were looted.
I can't pretend that
I did not taste
The saltiness of beloved tears
That few saw in their race for power.
I can't pretend that
I did not feel
That my silence fuels
This politics of spilling blood.
My humble tribute to T.P Chandrasekharan, leader of RMP, who was hacked to death recently. I won't claim to understand political parties and their policies, but no one deserved a brutal end like that. This poem is also a promise to myself that I'll try to stop turning away the moment I hear 'politics' and make my voice heard against such atrocities.
I did not see
Someone being murdered
With the ease of reaping paddy with sickles.
I can't pretend that
I did not hear
The blood being washed off,
Hands absolving themselves of blame.
I can't pretend that
I did not smell
The glee lurking in the air
As vote banks were looted.
I can't pretend that
I did not taste
The saltiness of beloved tears
That few saw in their race for power.
I can't pretend that
I did not feel
That my silence fuels
This politics of spilling blood.
My humble tribute to T.P Chandrasekharan, leader of RMP, who was hacked to death recently. I won't claim to understand political parties and their policies, but no one deserved a brutal end like that. This poem is also a promise to myself that I'll try to stop turning away the moment I hear 'politics' and make my voice heard against such atrocities.
Very powerful imagery Zainab. Can feel the emotions running through it.
ReplyDeleteAnd those who think they have the right to take a man's life, they'll be brought to justice. If nor by man, then by god.
Thank you! And yes, I quite agree.
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