Where is room for sublime
in Trump-Modi era
if we talk about
grief, trauma, social justice
liberation, health, job
happiness in a culture
of divide and rule through
rightward extremism?
comics of history
in lanes and bylanes
search lingams for new world
threat murals of mutiny
recreating new forms
unearthly light and space
in old tales sacred for
visions of heritage
I don’t share their tangerine
nor stream in their landscape
even if I’m consumed
in blankness of fire or flood
Oneness
There will come a time
When unity will be the goal of the world
The time when humans
Will realize that we are all from one source
The time
When the dreams of love
Will be a true reality on the surface
Of our dear planet globally
There will come a time
When the human inhabitants
Will rise above the evils of their days
And kill the war makers
To be permanently erased
out of our domain for life
The will come this day
That the world will be in hunger for
Oneness
Oneness
Till now the world Is still living in division
Divide and rule
Conquer and exploit
War and take over
Politics and lies
Money and slavery
Despite all this generation past
Despite the old world wars
Is so very sad
That the son and daughter
Of our mother earth
Never can leave wars alone
So I see the days coming
The day that the whole people
Will be tired of troubles
The day that they will face their deformities
And live to attain the prosperity in
Oneness
Hello Nigerian youth!
How are doing?
I salute your courage
I salute your resolve
To take back your country
Bedeviled by evils of unimaginable proportion
That threaten and becloud your future
You are leaders of today
Making you believe otherwise
Tantamount to fraud
Say no to divide and rule tactics
A booby trap to keep you subjugated
Stand firm and say no to intimidation
Your strength is in your numbers
Your strength lies in your innovative spirit
Your strength lies in
Your youthfulness
Your strength lies in your resilience
Today is your day
Rise and take what belongs to you
Arm yourself with your PVCs
Vote wisely and repossess
What belongs to you
It is now or never!
In the river crossing through India
The British dropped a seed.
In the land of unity in diversity
To cultivate a plant called DIVIDE AND RULE.
My friend here is rebellious,
That a distant power crashed the country.
I ask of him if he didn’t see the thugs in the same pantry?
The British came masquerading as traders!
Conspired, grew and spread a web.
Oh yes! They did, but how? I protest
Were they not the brown men,
Who sold honour for a false glory?
“Divide and rule”, was what they did
The poor souls perished!
I ask of him one more time,
Did not the brown point guns at the own?
Were not they allowed to say a ‘no’?
Slavery did not come my friend,
It was brought and bought!
Both white and brown,
Did together bring us down.
Some great men could have lived in flesh and blood,
If theirs was not spilt.
I
divide and rule, fear Black -
they said in South Africa
Choice: Die with democracy
II
we'll love & reassure you:
Dr. King did. Bombed. Taped! Stabbed
by lady at book-signing
We are long past that place,
we were now ready to sing,
the songs of freedom.
But lo!,
some of us brought mirrors with them,
mirrors so strong we see the reflections of our decades ago,
but they are carried by our own.
Divide and rule weakened us,
but it followed us,
and painfully,
we share our pillows with it.
Lord,
please heal our nation,
and teach us to love each other,
for our former oppressors are laughing at us,
now that we are fighting for the little piece they gave us,
their laughters our mirrors,
mirrors on which we see our years of suffering.
Yes, mirrors on which we see how worthless were our efforts,
for we fought the enemy,
and became our own enemy.
Africa will never be free,
until from greed africans are free.
I kneel with all right across the globe, I kneel in solidarity
i stand with all the kneelers and I do it with some clarity
As a national flag is just coloured cloth designed to divide and rule
Indoctrination starts when you're young, vulnerable and still at school
This continues into the workplace and at sporting events too
Well I'll kneel for freedom where the flag once flew
Freedom of speech is what it's all about
So I'll stand with all the kneelers to give freedom a shout
As the colours of this flag are just a sign of imperialism
The mark of an invader, the mark of materialism
A fake patriotism that's forced upon you
Well I'll kneel for freedom where the flag once flew
To be persecuted for not standing to attention
Is for the whole world to see and is up for contention
As signs of fascism and hate are all around for us to see
So freedom of speech is what we must guarantee
Well I refuse to stand for the flag that is red white and blue
But I will kneel for freedom where the flag once flew
When I reached at 4,
My father brought,
A packet of gift;
Held me to heart,
Kissed my cheeks,
Then handed to me,
Saying "happy birthday my son,"
Opened and showed,
The Sten gun and pistol toy"
Saying "this is a perfect gift for boys";
Taught me how to use,
Saying "Perfect machine
for your 'war and peace' game";
Paused for some time,
Then gaze in my eyes,
He pulled the plastic trigger,
Displayed usage of toy,
Saying "world is violent,
May need one day";
World spends more on weapons,
Than feeding needy poor;
Impels the innocent poor,
By provoking slogans,
of religion and race;
Stimulate virgin minds,
"To hold the gun in hand,
And ask for peace, parity";
Weapon deals are
So profitable business,
All benefit whosoever involved;
Reaches to Hungry and poor,
Where Food and medicines,
Can't reach;
Weapon sale gets momentum,
In the name of peace;
They know how to split,
Divide and rule;
In the name of world in peace;
Fly dove of peace in the sky,
Then give weapon to shoot;
© sadashivan nair
Dawn But darker.
It’s stronger – bitter parts
no wind blowing
no bird singing
Instead bullets shooting
alas shouting, screaming
terrifying wars
monstrous killings
bloodshed violence
shedding of tears
return of death
how many Pakistan
No places to hide
Houses burnt to ashes.
Bloodshed Bloodshed
commanded burn the house.
someone screaming
help help help
no more Pakistan (metaphor)
no change thousand years more.
no smile on face,
no ray of hope
no right or wrong
no identity who kills whom
one more round to go
few more left
your skin is black
your religion is bad
you are poor
you are rich
divide and rule
FOR A POUND ?
shoot and watch
blood flow
so many bereft
STOP STOP
The Brutal Game
how many Pakistan
sunset vigil on sand
stand alone, yet as one
fading light of life
still want bloodshed
how many Pakistan more
minute’s silence place
tears roll down on face
Deafening silence fills the air
no more war no more blood
no more Pakistan
lets pray our reunion made
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Pakistan word is used as metaphor only
I colonize to unite, they colonize to divide
It is time to return the union of the archipelago
To unite the community through dinar and dirham
The colonizers colonized our homeland
Through divide-and-rule tactics at hand
To colonize the colonizers should be done
Through unite-and-rule tactics must become
I love you freedom!
Live the life of a decaying organism,
& you are bound to become senile.
Build-up of the spiritual embolism
Causes one to face the green mile.
Sooner than later,
Accelerated inevitability.
As you lose the ability to live
& the stability to forgive...
Stare at the darkness & pray for stars,
Glare with sharpness & delay the scars.
Are you happy now?
Are you beautiful now?
Are you successful now?!
Are you wealthy now?!
A cage made of gold is still a cage.
Trapped until you're old, peaceful rage.
What is this promised land you promise us?
Underneath the Grand Obelisk & unjust.
Are you powerful now?
Are you respected now?!
I say you are feared...
To hell with that!
Forever will i be endeared.
My honesty is adamantly exact.
The choices you wish to retract
Succumb to the consequences you attract.
We all must one day hang up the hat
Without a pat on our back...
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