An Equal Pain Poem by Rohan Sen

A 60 years of India,
A pot on the boil,
A special ingredient was added,
The infamous 'Sons of the Soil'.
and the man honoured for this today..
Is none other than Raj Thakare.

How proud must be our forefathers now,
Come forth you icon..take a bow!
After spending your life in this secular waste,
You've decided to add the communal taste!

They state must be rid
of the unwanted rubble,
Lets lower the breaking limit,
Of our tolerance bubble.
With a bloodied nose,
Or a broken wrist,
Lets call them out by their obvious name,
send them back, from where they came!

You are the saviour of the masses,
The proud Indian who split the classes,
You are so different, and for the first time in Asia,
A state is being compared to Southern Rhodesia

There is another hero,
Of our proud generation,
Modi - The butcher of Godhra,
On you, we lay all our sordid expectations.
You are unmistakingly from the Aryan clan,
Hitler would be proud to know such a man!

Thank you, your (false) worship,
you have crossed the border,
Of humanity, when you gave the order,
Of a massacre so unkind,
Leaving its scar behind,
On children of every faith,
Not just the one you hate.

I wish today, to see, stick in hand,
a young barrister from your land,
dresses in his brave loin cloth,
Who once took the Brit apart,
takes you two on for a start.