There's An Angry Mob Here To See You, Your Majesty Poem by TMA

We are drenched in blood and fear;
What are your water-cannons?
We’ve been beat down all these years
What are your truncheons?
We have shed torrents of tears;
So should we fear your tear-gas?

Peaceful Demonstration?
We’re going to show you
A piece of our mind
No knives, no guns;
But they say words are weapons
Using that hypothesis, against all odds
We’ll march up with more arms
Than a thousand Hindu gods
And we shall not fear –
No, we shall never Shiva shiver
In the streets flying banners
And a thousand voices chant
But we’re not counting on no Magic
To bring the change we want
All the streets are crawling
With protesters and rioters
And even if they deal us killing blows
Still they shall never quietus
’Cause we have had enough
We’ve eaten all your lies
And won’t stand another helping.

From your window, Majesty
You see the dancing lights
The thousand tongues of flame
That light up the star-less night
From your bedroom, Majesty
Your royal ear perceives
A distant, ceaseless buzzing
Like a thousand angry bees –

They mourn for their Country
They cry for their rights
But most of all, your Highness,
They call for your resignation
Or your head on a silver platter
You’ve killed their brothers
Raped their sisters
Strangled their dreams
And sold them into slavery…

Yet you lie,
Sheets shining with stolen shillings
After countless conspiracies with callous confederates
Listening listlessly to the livid legion,
Heart pumping, brow sweating, mind whirling –

They call for you to vacate your palace in peace
Before they burn it right over your head.