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Wake! and see the extent to which you’re still enslaved
enslaved by your own kind who hanker after conditioning platitudes
the clubby comfort of secretly oath-taking power cliques
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
Remember! Remember Haidar Ali his son Tipu and Akbar
remember Sivaji and Chandra Bose and Kattapomman and Asoka
remember O! remember the one and only Mahatma
Wake India! O! Wake!
Wake! India! Wake! and see how your destitute generations are shunned aside
in infested villages sans drains sans potable water sans hope
see how they’re bound in mantric incantating castiron caste strictures
Wake! O! India! Wake!
No where else in the world are humans so in-humane-ly stratified
what proof have the Brahmins to issue forth from Brahma’s head
who proclaimed them the chosen elite on top of the Indian pile of castes
Wake! O! India! Wake!
Wake! and see how your northern brethren have cast off their spiritual shackles
even if they had abjured the path of the just to yoke their bodies
yet for each child a vaccine a soja-filled stomach to keep slavers away
Wake! O! India! Wake!
Wake! O! India! Wake before it’s too late!
for your own kind are about to enslave you once all over again
and the old master needs hardly despatch troops to proclaim his divine law
Wake! India! Wake!
Wake and watch how your elite ape and espouse the ways of the old master
how for an air-ticket a stipend per diem they would do you in without compunction
how for some lions memberships in select clubs they’d betray your own true kind
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
Wake! O! Indonesia! Wake and see how the G.N.P. in Singapore
far outweighs that of the former papal Portugal now
how the four fiery Eastern Dragons no more parade in papier maché garb
Wake! Indonesia! Wake!
(Continued in Part One - 3)
I met a number of people one day,
They were from different ages, castes & race,
Had I understood what their eyes had spoken,
I would have realized that they had their hearts broken.
A young girl she was with a brother younger to her,
Their dearest mother was battling the deadly cancer,
The harsh shattering truth they were unable to believe,
That she had just about 6 months more to live.
He was a teenage boy living with only his dad,
But now the father, a heart stroke he had,
Traumatized the boy is with simply the thought,
That he may be about to lose the only parent he had got.
A woman awaiting her husband at night,
Got a call that shattered her entire life,
Her husband got killed in an accident to his car,
Due to another driver who was under the influence of alcohol.
A man was struggling with some inexpressible emotion,
His wife had just died during child birth,
He had to hide his pain & bring up their kid on his own,
Without letting the child ever feel the absence of her mom.
Her brother was her hero, in him she had full faith,
He got killed while trying to save some strangers from death,
She has to steady herself her parents need care,
She needs to wipe her tears & for their sake be there.
The police came to his door one day,
He had to identify the body of his sister, who was raped,
It filled his heart with contempt & hate for those monsters,
Who dared to harm his beloved sister.
Her heart was full of anguish, her eyes filled to the brim,
A miscarriage had ended her motherhood dream,
Her husband was also numb with intense grief,
Their kid had died before it could even begin to live.
She was in shock, her heart was in turmoil,
Her best friend out of helplessness had committed suicide,
She had lost her confidant, her soul mate,
Separated they were forever by death.
So many broken souls I met one day,
They all had feelings no matter what their age, caste or race,
I wish I could not have read what their eyes spoke so far,
Atleast their pain would not have broken my heart!
Why do we fight,
just cause we don't agree?
Seems like we have enough to
waste of time and energy.
They made Shylock antagonist
but really he was more right than he was Jew
for we all have the same eyes to view,
the same organs, senses and affections too.
We're similar in so many ways,
yet we obsess over our differences for days.
We discriminate against those others-
the disabled the destitute and the gays .
A black man, George Floyd was killed
over a 20 dollar bill
and once Jamsetji Tata could not enter an inn
because of the colour of his skin .
They didn't like the trans woman's voice,
the black man's hair they despised.
The villagers believed they were so much different from them
that they fought them and condemned
right under the eyes of their beloved Totem
whose chants they knew all so well
"Love thy neighbour" at the church they'd tell
yet they wouldn't accept a foreign immigrant
and people even slightly different.
"She's black and fat and ugly",
they said like beauty's not subjective.
She was only nine then and
of her body she was never again acceptive.
Her mother told her she's lovely
but nothing no one said could help
the words of those few
had imprinted on her like a tattoo.
In a little village far away,
gossip travelled fast.
Small or big
no secret would last .
The village found out he
married a muslim girl.
They beat him with stones and sticks,
they were done with his foolish tricks.
Returning back from a temple
a woman said about another couple
"they're inter caste, their marriage won't last "
over the poor couple a jinx had been cast.
The villagers cast jinx on the "jinxed castes"
the villagers wouldn't touch their hands
or visit their lands.
These castes were deemed untouchable.
We're more similar than we think,
More like each other than we believe.
We emphasise too much on our differences
instead, our similarities we should see.
A world where Hindus and Muslims don't fight.
One world where all the races unite.
A place where brotherhood beats bigotry
is the world as I'd like it to be.
Is government control of humans’ birth, aging, and dying
In century 26, as practiced by a new World State;
Different from 20th century’s use of eugenics,
Which used “fitness” to determine people’s reproductive fate?
A high-tech London, where humans’ material needs are met,
Setting of Aldous Huxley’s, Brave New World, utopian tale;
Sterile world of human cloning and conditioning to castes,
Recreational soma drug and sex use on widespread scale.
In respite from his boss’ – the DHC’s – awkward confessions,
Bernard and Lenina fly to the Savage Reservation.
There they meet Linda and her young adult son, John “the Savage”,
Fathered by DHC 20 years before, on vacation.
Bernard publicly presents Linda and John to DHC,
Bringing Director of Hatcheries and Conditioning [DHC] down.
DHC flees from “sin” of involvement in natural birth.
Bernard and new celebrity, John “the Savage”, gain renown.
Finally, John rejects the soma, sex, and clones of London,
Spurns Lenina’s moves and keeps soma from “lower” Delta caste.
His retreat to do penance draws crowds and curiosity;
Leads to suicide by hanging – John’s perceived freedom at last.
This Brave New World’s parallels to eugenics cannot be lost,
Since, in both cases, the state had a hand in who lives and dies.
American Breeder’s Association, “better babies,”
Forced sterilizations – how U.S. eugenics took its guise.
Human cloning now – gene, reproductive, or therapeutic –
Raises a host of ethical, moral, and other issues.
Somatic nuclear transfer to clone human embryos
Evokes Brave New World’s ‘soma’ in copying people’s tissues.
Eugenics – legal in U.S. until 1970’s;
Its dehumanizing nature gone from society’s norms?
With current human cloning research, genetic ‘shopping’, more,
No one’s safe ‘til humankind is respected in all its forms.
4/20/17
BELIZEAN BLEND
In the beginning it was the Yucatec, the Mopan and Kekchi as well
Who came from the steppes of Asia where nomads dwell
They fished and farmed milpas, in paradise; away from hell
Some building great civilizations that, for many reasons, eventually fell
Then came the Spaniards whose ambivalence; mixed feelings
Caused them to waver in subsequent dealings
Killed some natives, driven off by others
In the end did not settle; wasn’t worth the bother
Displaced by the British, rowdy pirates turn woodcutters
Who made laws and build infrastructure down to the gutters
Cut logwood, then mahogany for powerful and wealthy folks
Then, to satisfy greed, sought others to enslave in yokes
Africans from Jamaica and Bermuda transshipped
Then as chattel they were frequently whipped
Stolen from Africa, becoming the major labor force
Dehumanized and tortured for centuries without remorse
Mestizos fleeing oppressors in the Yucatan
The War of Castes brought them from beyond
Working as chicleros and cane cutters
As a way of providing ‘ bread and butter’
Garinagu deported from St. Vincent as a form of punishment
Many dying in their odyssey , their massive predicament
Survive , resiliently, on the rebound
A proud people, with culture and learning very sound
Mennonites coming to enjoy religious freedom and peace
Avoiding persecution for a life of ease
Providing furniture, low cost poultry and eggs
Reducing the cadre of many that beg
From India and China they were duped and brought
As indentured servants who were hastily sought
Later as merchants and shopkeepers they came
Voluntarily this time, which is not nearly the same
Backpackers and excursionists everywhere
In a world where they’re free to choose elsewhere
Not part of the earlier diaspora
But manifestations of a new plethora
…the seeds of neo-Nazism are germinating
Markus Nierth, former mayor of Tröglitz, Germany 2015
Germany’s rock candy windows and cookie like shingles make seeing the oven inside impossible. At first, the obsessive compulsive cleanliness of Nuremberg’s post-WWII streets is a joy. For a child of the melting pot, born after The Big One, it’s painful to recall the grimmer aspects of the Third Reich with their proposed eugenics. Nuremberg [rebuilt] roots in an elitist past hiding behind half-timbered houses of wattle and daub. Once the seat of the Holy Roman Empire seeped in power, then, a base for Hitler’s wunderkind rallies—now a soul-blighted bloom, a minor stop on the tourist trail.
Street walking pedestrians—the silent middle, staid, detached—stroll or bike along paths, immersed in white dreams. The pogroms of terror, stolen homes, and bridges made from Jewish Cemetery stones lie beneath layers of pristine paint and plaster. The Jews victimized for centuries, and the war trials, a mere subtext to tour guide chatter.
xenophobia
tamped down like an ash banked fire
waits to rise again
on a bellows breath of rage
spray painted on railroad cars
The site of my pilgrimage, The Palace of Justice—walled in panels of ashen mahogany—retains a dour mien. Judges, jurors and those to be tried, still use this hall. After-images of skeletal camp dweller and vain glorious generals rise wraith-like from the polished surfaces, paneling, pews, and copings. Greek God’s glower. A bronze crucifix castes judgment on all who pass: God fearing, or atheist. Justice is not present; horrors are not passed and conscience is now presented to the world as a fanatic in a suicide vest.
First Published in Artificium UK 2016
Wake up oh Indian brothers,
Shake up from your deep slumber
Take up your strides towards the charter,
For yours is a deep bluffer.
Shook up the doors of the world body,
For the shake of justice, peace and equality,
For constitution of ours is source of power for caretakers and others.
Promises justice to all,
But directs it with ease,
Justice to rich, justice to powerful is its most vicious deed,
So what, don’t challenge,
For you will be caught for your indulgence in this series.
Peace what is it?
For we are out of touch since eighties,
Punjab in fire, Kashmir in dire,
Assam in fear, Andhra in tear,
For what is the fate next year.
Pigeon for peace,
Hovering without its wings,
Is the case next year.
Whenever there is a tension,
It is making its apprehension,
But sorry to mention,
That it is making the situation more eruption.
In the name of equality,
It is making a great deformity,
By dividing its brothers and sisters,
Into different statutory.
Can you find anywhere in the world,
Like schedule castes, schedule tribe facility
Laid down in its share.
How can we accept equality,
With such discrepancy
Which is rather a priority.
Equality to all
Is the motto of the world,
But sorry to call
For it is not the case here at all.
What is the reason for such division?
Done to its citizen?
Is it for the creation of new region?
Against its tough unification.
Come up oh! Indian brothers and sisters,
With this plight of ours,
To the international court (court of God) of savers,
To ask for peace, justice and equality,
In favor against all odds and tough measures,
With the faith that
“we shall overcome some day.
The narrowing of choice, opaque or black?
Unconfident die castes vote ballot blank,
How has our circus bread become this bland?
What a diverse homogeneous blend,
All stitched to sleeves but less with blood to bleed,
Philosophy’s deep silenced sonar bleep,
Who knew the watch dogs had been put to sleep,
Medici summoned now with suits so sleek,
For their next trick Baal’s prophets call down sleet,
Then cloak us in their mortuary sheet,
Cold commissar eyes never lose death’s sheen,
A czar’s measure is taken in fleeced sheep,
How many million buys innocents’ cheep?
“mere statistics”, our comrade says, “what cheek!”,
Their power balances upon a check,
Rewritten history toward useful spring chick,
For fellow travelers and bovine chuck,
Reach into chest for the last missing chunk,
Doublethink starts with a skull cracking thunk,
Are indulged proxies all we have to thank?
By any other name the modern thane,
Sign here and soon all you see shall be thine,
The thirst for gods is legion, but none trine,
All dissention is dismissed in a trice,
Indentured mankind’s earmarked wholesale price,
Vaccine for thoughtcrime just the smallest prick,
The focus groupthink directs prompter’s prink,
Omerta code tells us what will reach print,
The emperor’s new crypt may need more paint,
Astute to take the questions not the pains,
Hedge bets on war and peace for greater gains,
The deadly chasm yawns less than it grins,
When all is dust, then will they cease to grind,
Triumvirate writes finale most grand,
The so called rulers occupy by grant,
Go test the spirits joined in graceless graft
*Theme: Lessons learnt from lockdown.*
I’ve learnt many lessons during lockdown,
Listing a few top to down,
People are still facing problems in working town,
It has made them knocked down…
A lesson that we can survive without junkfood,
Adds a little more savings to the livelihood,
Home cooked helps getting a better anatomical,
And it’s easy to be economical...
Social distancing broke all castes prejudice
Maintaining a gap & being nice,
Pandemic is same for upper or lower,
Reaping a crop sown by the neighbouring sower...
Everyone is up with new discoveries,
We accepted that life runs without luxuries,
We just need essential goods,
Like in ancient times, cooking fuel were only woods...
We learnt the book of being hygienic,
If applied to routine, relaxes our phrenic & supports the splenic,
It taught that nothing is valuable, silver or gold,
All we need are the people with whom we wanna grow old...
It gave an example of how animals survive in cages,
They are facing cruelty since ages,
Show kindness to poor migrants by providing them shelter,
Pain is same for all, only the manner is altered,
3/4th of the population can manage work from home,
We need not to unnecessarily roam,
Life had some needless things, now gone,
I'm concluding the lockdown on a positive note...
Humans are the real threat to nature,
Our hi-tech moves giving it a torture,
The environment can heal itself, be it a river, an ocean, the sky or the mangroves,
Lockdown was a healing period, hence proved.
Written by ~ *Rashmi Kaushik.*
Insta Id : *@rashmikaushik210*
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The railway is long gone
In the 1960s, Apartheid ethnic townships were grown
Where I sit now, is one - "Coloured" Newtown -
But raping of nature as culture, as steamship-pasts
When transported folk (colonial) found new castes
Around the globe - nation, race, faith - when the sun
Never set on that Empire called England's Burden
Is what I deal with in Eastern Cape province
Where if U help clean, folk are not shamed
but incensed - they throw diaper bags over your fence!
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So what can I do, in old Newtown? More than once
Forgive! Then leave some flith near one's own fence!
It seems our folk hate clean: they urinate, pollute, frown -
So clearing rocks, daily for 3 years, in what I own
From soil that has more pebbles & stone
Than what America calls good dirt (soil) ...
Allow love-ly weeds in my yard, bees come
As do indigo-hued wasps, butterflies galore
Some for my Marigolds; birds (Sapsuckers?) for Aloe
In my mind, I weave garlands for haters, mostly a neighbor
But garlanding reminds me of India, poor & beautiful
Where a billion folk coexist in nature: cobra, monkey, tiger -
As I garland Newtown, forgiving the ungrateful,
To each other and especially those soft & kind
I pick each bottle top & plastic (stored?) but milk cartons
Package gift of "potted" plants in such useful vehicles
Other containers recycled easily, and roofing tin
Where slow leaks ignored by landlord, make a pipeline
To my garden: rewarding me with peppers, herb, beans
Flowers, some true compliments, meditation, natural wins ....