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Master Valluvan, the Long-Misunderstood Tamil Mentor - Part Four

Part Four and you might never have thought the mighty today are like those trodden poor of your day who at least were shackled to ignorance by force by godly fear a racially discriminating Overlord now the privileged in blindness give you lip-service and a lot of money hoping by this gesture to earn your merit not earn YOU merit and the society’s accolade You remain abused still by the vain undistinguishing crowd who upon the mention of your name rise to feel proud of what then than in their shored-up selves of belonging within the self-same pigment and tongue None of your real worth passes into them Nor the reason for your epigrammatic lines Pray Should I then beg forgiveness for this affront (Continued in Part Five)

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