wipe
that grin off your smug face
you wolf in white
how can you look people in the eye
after you presided over the rape
of innocent girls on threshold of puberty
you voyeur you depraved
your moralising is not just out of place
it's corruption of the soul
you underbelly of evil
how can you face yourself in the mirror
after the dying look of that thirteen year old girl
brutalised by three men in shorts
before being cut to pieces and then burned
to erase the 'evidence'
there shouldn't be a blotch, of course, on the holy
name of the religion you practice
the
reign of the dark empire has descended
on what was once India's pride
the situation is normal your court jesters say
ha
it's sad you don't know what shame is
forget the remorse it's your crowning glory
the jewel in your crown
the babus with beatific smiles
have come up with a solution
let's do a deal with those burned raped and reviled
let them press no charges
and you shall let them return
only to get raped and brutalised again
perversion is addictive
does
India have no conscience?
it's a moment of glory
for naipaul's area of darkness
while people bleed
students fear to go to schools
politicians drink
bloody marys in safari suits
and do damage control over press conferences
with foreign scribes in air-conditioned rooms
diseases break out in relief camps
who cares it's the indian way
it's
brisk business for the butcher of Gujarat
now scavengers are busy counting
votes in shrouds
god have a heart.
