The world once used to admire my charm, called me a 'Golden Bird', the most precious breed,
My feathers were closely knit, bearing multiple hues of language, religions, caste & creed,
I soared like an eagle above the wild clouds of invasion when my flight was obstructed,
I emerged from my own ashes like a Phoenix, even when I was thoroughly destructed.
But now, even though when I am free to fly, I cease to scale the sky and succeed,
My wings have been weighed down with the stones of inhumane practices & greed,
Dark shades of illiteracy and lust that have darkened my bright sky,
I cease to survive the storms of corruption and crimes, flowing by.
My feet have been tied with the strings of mob lynching and blood - shed,
I lie wounded, targeted by the bullets of inequality and religious wars, selfishly led,
I am sinking in the swamp of filthy politics, erode me the parasites of hypocriticism,
My throat is being choked with the toxic grains of bribery and barbarism.
If independence is achieved on a platter of gold, The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.
Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests. Everybody was creating the blames, Nobody was fixing the problems.
Long Ago, In the African World. The old father's the young immediately after sunsets. It was time for storytelling. Time for entertainment and moral lesson.
Grandma tell me this! Grandma tell me that! Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back? Why is the dog a hunter's pet? And why is lion the king of the jungle? That was so much fun, The children would gather under the faint mango tree. Singing historical and cultural songs. Alo o! Aloooo!! Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.
The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions. Brain cracking, riddle follows. Then, as I heard. Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions. With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves. So I was told...
And now, I'm growing. To what our life and living has become; Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life. Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness. What I see is failed promises and bloodshed. End SARS now! A dark, starless world in silence. As the youth of today cry and seek for the best. Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.
When the best is traded for selflessness. What are we doing? Where are we going? Who is our tomorrow? When today is full of sorrow. Are we getting wiser? When all we depend on is Google and the internet? Are we even blessed? When we await betterment from our so called leaders. Would there ever be a change or all these sufferings are permanent? Or have we forsaken the gods of the land? Which is which? I need to know. What is next, we need to think. Why is our tomorrow, Laying at the end of the brink?
War of independence, Seen through it's eyes. That sees no transformation, All in the name of change. They change for the post of power that never satisfies them. The war of independence is war of death!
Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead. Dusted and forgotten. Women and children, Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule! The independence they promised was not real, ungranted. Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!
The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer. We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters. Those days and still now. Independence turned out to be opposite, Corruption and injustice.
Democracy is a topic we all are aware of from a very young age. We have read about it in those first few pages of the civics section in our history books. Soon there will be voting all around the country so just penned this to let you know my opinion on this topic. Feel free to let me know what you think about it. This is inspired by a speech given by Barack Obama
"The strongest democracies flourish from frequent and lively debate, but they endure when people of every background and belief find a way to set aside smaller differences in survice of a greater purpose" ~Barack Obama This is a long read though. Dictatocracy is dictator + democracy
charfire_mWow, like, wow, so intron to the proponent of the Prairie of(with) such thoughts, thank you for making the time and being someone who can stand up to all whom say they are persons and above the law when well some simply put non+persons are the truly the golden rule; yet you are great and for Sprite for sure be up for my vote when you run would I be able to count on yours if I run?:) #comment#vcommente
It happens rarely, but it does happen. People, hundreds and thousands of them, nay, millions of them, all at once, get addicted to a poison called hate.
And then hate becomes business. We buy it and We sell it in equal proprtion without even calculating the profit. What's profit got to do with jingoism anyway?!
So who do we hate? Anyone, who the masters tell you to hate.
First we were made to hate Muslims. A community that gave us a large part of this culture and language. A community that has shared India's history. They manipulated it all, played with words. We were constantly reminded, how vile they are, not worthy of our trust.
And then we were taught to hate a faction of dead freedom fighters. People who have zero knowledge of the geopolitics that prevailed then, became celebrated commentators of those times. A multitude of opinions erected on a weak foundation of zero knowledge. And we continued to hate more.
Then came the dissenters. How dare they? Are they not Indian? And we hated them too. Then the dissenters got the name of another religion. And we began to see a terrorist in every turbaned man. Sikh, whose langars fed thousands of people during difficult times, whose hard work has been praised world over, who is the pinnacle of courage, bravery and large heartedness, became khalistani. An issue which was dead for good was rekindled to life so that we, the people do not have dearth of causes to hate.
Now there is another crop beginning to stand, which we must cut with our hate. And that's, girls and women with mind of their own.
Guess what connects them all? They are all minority.
Be glad, till the time you are in majority in this majoritarian regime. For time has this fickle nature of changing. All empires fall and this will too. What remains within you is your conscience. Choose wisely.