We’re brazen and defiant only outwardly
While every street bleeds crimson,
In a land so kitschy; so very showy
Where lynching and ejecting ‘them’ is our mission
Because this touches ‘us’ and ‘our’ plot,
‘Our’ nation founded on ‘pure Hindu values,’
We don’t discern that our integrity rots,
And Bollywood and all the glitz and news
Won’t make a difference if we hang from
Fascism’s unbending noose and vote
For monsters rather than people; men who’ve killed
And turned the roads to mounds of flesh while drums
From the abyss destroy with brutal beats and notes.
Do we cower while power reigns with blood spilled?
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2019)
For What Pegman Saw