Manufactured Silent Rebellions Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

The souls which agitate for some common cause
can’t be brought under the canons of a jungle boss.
The writers aren’t making bombs to kill people.
They spill some inspired truths for the minds to fill.
They aren’t rebels holding automatic guns.
The pens they wield belch fire against evil at times.
If there are no bellicose writers, there will be no
valiant fighters to save this land.

The return of national awards by these silent rebels
against the magic of some violent organization
need not be taken note of as they are paper rebellions.
You carry on your satanic task of gunning down
the rational writers and putting into jail
to quell the voice of singing nightingales
which make folk music to tell the harms of liquor.
You corrupt the history of this ancient land
and make bankrupt the indigenous people
by seizing their cultivable lands to start industries
in the garb of giving more jobs to youths.
But you dare not frame laws to take over the lands
of sharks who own more than ten acres.

Repeating your one line answer
of blaming the cross border terrorists,
You turn away the people’s ire
from the preplanned crimes
orchestrated against the dissidents
of your policies and ideals.
There were a few rebels a month before
but now rebels galore, to throw back the award
for voicing concern to the folly of the voters
in raising the hooligans and frauds
to wield the scepter of this land of harmony.

You rule this nation with the single agenda
of uplifting people from the agonizing poverty.
But you poke your nose in education, religion
and in falsifying and manipulating the history.
You keep the laws under shackles and reap
the bloody harvests of innocent people and writers.
This crafty killing in stealth tying down the arms of laws
is not a feature of Indian traditions and customs.
We should be ashamed of for the actions
of hurling the children into fire and lynching the poor.
The cows are domestic creatures grazing all over the world.
Don’t put them under house arrest in the shelters
of religious fanatics and bigots, the foes of this world.
No holy book of a sect can impose rules for others to eat.
If it does, that obsolete one should be amended or burnt
for the welfare of the modern global society.
Let the cows be free grazing the grass all over the earth
and let their flesh be eaten whoever they relish.