The Times They Are A-Changin'! Poem by Ahamad Ilyaas Vilayathullah

The Times They Are A-Changin'!



Come, men and women, people of India, gather around,
and see what big death-trap is awaiting you.
See the startling truth your young children on campuses and streets have seen.
Ask the little ones at home to be your eyes, if your blurred eyes fail to see what they've seen.
They'll tell you how high the big waves fly in the sky, leaving their ocean bed.
They are scheming with the clouds, dark and mountainous, to devour you.
For, the times they are
a-changin'!

Come, scribes, lensmen, orators, critics, artists,activists, teachers and professionals
who mould the minds of the many millions in this country.
See what way you can try
to push them out to board this last train.
There is no train after this one is gone.
Life or death, don't care, we board this train.
For, otherwise, there is only death or death in life at the detention centres being built for everyone.
For, the times they are
a-changin'!

Come leaders, ministers, parliamentarians, line up and march.
You'll be led by the young blood on campuses and streets.
For, they know how to retrieve the country from the looters, schemers, rapists and the cow-crazy saffron criminals
who, hook or crook, stole the country and want to push its genuine brave heirs to the oceans around.
For, the times they are a-changin'!

Come, mothers and fathers, aunts and uncles, join your children and fall in line.
This is your country's last vehement SOS, a call to rescue it from the pitiless giant monsters that rob, plunder, loot, lynch, butcher, rape and burn,
and call its genuine brave children to line up with proof to live here, or to be pushed out.
For them, it is a pledge from which there is no return.
Victory by rescuing the country from these racists, or death of heroism and the much adored martyrdom for the noble cause.
For, the times they are a-changin'!

Come on Mr. Prime and Mr. Home,
do not brave this country
of heroes that you never spent a night with,
nor fared a day with.
You know only a history of crimes innumerable,
and not of virtue, bravery and glory of any kind.
Budge and clear out, if you value yourselves
or be prepared to be swept into the Arabian Sea
together with the four hundred million dollar statue
you built with the tax payer's money
in this country of the hungry multitudes,
for your crimes innumerable.
For, the times they are a-changin'!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The turbulent and tumultuous situation in India following the amendment of citizenship rules on racist lines intentionally jeopardising the Muslim population in the country.
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