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To the Godless Goons of Mob India

RamaRajya, Mahatma Gandhi’s non-violent utopia of mutual tolerance, has no place for bigots who lynch and leech the Weak. Lynch my body Pinch my soul Punch my pride Drench my blood Staunch be your henchmen Bunch of bigoted hooligans Flinch us they from progress Wrench us they from justice Exhaust every trick in your bag Pull every arrow off your quiver Bribe your cheerleaders forever Swing your dagger far and deeper Behold! Destiny’s Wheel will one day turn In your own inferno shall you burn Hate will then find no buyers Fade shall every Fake Soothsayers Rama’s Rajya will then re-assign Love and equality will re-reign Unity and Diversity will re-align Tolerance will do India define *** (From the anthology, Mantra of the Oppressed, available on Amazon.)

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