Ps in charge of SIR are from alien lands,
their titles, tires, and attires, too,
they don’t know their kin,
in a word, the Ps hate them,
want to delete them at the earliest
Ps are the de facto rulers,
they’ve the power to
direct, dictate, denigrate, deny and delete
the people of the land
with a click of the mouse
or by pressing a button
Ps have endless layers
from the prime to the poor they stay,
and cast spell after spell, weave web after web,
to erase the unwanted
Sadly, our people don’t know how to eat fire,
they’ve no guts of Bhashani,
and how can they have?
born to slave under the slaveholders
weaklings we are, ever ready to fall
on the Ps’ clay-feet
We claim tall, ‘Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam’
no walls we have in the world
large-hearted, non violent we are,
but day and night wall after wall
we build in the name of this and that,
violence flows ebblessly in our blood
what a mockery!
what logical discrepancies
between our claims and deeds!
Our claim is hollow like an empty jar
Ps are predators in the guise of protectors,
visit a tin shed or a tower
you’ll have the same repulsive air
conditioned by the Ps
Shameless faces,
creepers and crawlers,
Ps, from prime to poor are pals,
manufactured in
data driven state of the art labs,
to punish, to crush, and to annihilate the unwanted
Ps have endless tricks in hand,
to plan, to stamp and to execute–
Ps may be thousands or lakhs or even more
but their chips work with the same exactness,
with the same precision
Ps are our lords
‘as flies to wanton boys are we to the gods [Ps];
They kill us for their sport’,
Ps are living surveillance tools,
observers of the unfed, ill-clad, illiterate
multitudes, and they feel elated,
I say, if the people die like stray dogs
Even the stray dogs have some safeguards,
while the people unaware of A B C D,
or people who eke out a living by their sweat,
have none, only to be erased by the Ps
as and when they require
*Ps ranging from the prime to the poor, from the highest to the lowest and many in-between, may not be tyrants. But in the age of empire, Ps must have to be tyrants, if not happily but unwillingly, for their survival.
*West Bengal SIR – Special Intensive Revision (of Electoral Rolls in West Bengal)
