"Beauty is truth,
truth beauty,
that is all Ye know on Earth,
that is all Ye need to know..." - John Keats

Thursday, 27 May 2010

Apathy for Dirt...

It is true then,
Yes,my friend!,
it seems that you were right...
It is true that colour matters...
You see my friend,it was false...
I know he said he is my brother,
I heard it too...

But there are these corpses,
yes,carcasses to his eyes,
of an infestation which had to be weeded out,
there are these corpses,
which slow me down,
on this road...
These corpses of my brothers
tell me a different story...
He,who is lying down near that broken wheel,
that dead voice,
tells me a different story...

A story he says I must not ignore...
He tells me his colour mattered...
He says,my friend,that for your boss his dirt
is not worth a single vote...

He says my friend,
that it is the apathy for dirt,
that leaves him dead...
He asks me if the blood,
that had been his,
wouldn't have been allowed to be spilled,
had his colour been different?

Now this little girl lies,
her arms stretched wide...
It seems,your Lady from Red Cross,
benevolent sister,
heard her last cries...
The Lady says,the girl begged
her to save her life...
The Lady says,girl thought
she is being punished
because she had chosen
a wrong lot to be born amongst...

Now tell me my friend,
what choice had that girl,
in choosing her birth?...
What insanity drives this land,my friend?
Why is it us being hated?

Tell me not,the reason,
that this is our fate,
to be doomed to suffer hate...
Tell me not,with that
apathy for dirt,that we are a burden...

Tell me,my friend,there will
come a date,
when truth meets reason,
and this insanity shall fade...

For what does this matter,
what name we bear?
Is it of any consequence,
whom we have faith in?
Is it to any gain,
that this apathy for dirt should exist?
Is it really colour,that which decides our fate?

For,I wonder,did you care to look,my friend?
Did you care to look beyond,
such reasons,
which found such hate?

Did you,my friend,
who shares the colour of my blood,
look for that day,
when you brothers shall forgo
this draconian trait?

Now tell me,my friend,
when will their hunger sate?...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju


Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is so powerfully written. One sees the corpses alongside the road..........I feel this poem very deeply and share your pain. You have written a powerful plea. Thank you for it.

meghana said...

awesum...really thought provoking...