Freedom Poem by Sasanka Sekhar Panda

They called me deaf
when I didn't turn my ears
to the sound of Devil's drum,
they called me dumb
when I bluntly refused to support
their unjust, irrational actions,
they called me fool
when I rebelled again them,
and lastly those cowards
brutally murdered me
in the pitch hours of the night.

But can they - those Satans
check my heart turning bright
with new blood
which is an old prophecy
a pretty old prophecy.