Hypocrisy Poem by Sivaprasad Parackal

Hypocrisy

Just below His abode of snow, an innocent angel was desecrated by His own middlemen
Then we cried, protested, vowed and lighted lamps
Children of the sacred animal butchered their fellow being who kept their mother's flesh for being in flesh and blood
There too, we raised slogans, blamed rulers and arranged feasts to serve their mother's flesh
We together said the North is the land of demons.

Back in our own home, in God's own country, buds are trampled for pleasing political masters
Little gods are left to wriggling worms to feed on as they are uninvited guests
Mothers witness in cold blood their own kids being battered to death
In the land of Renaissance, women are starved to death in black magic
But we together say ours is the land of empowered women and flourishing youth

Where have the tongues of society gone who raise hue and cry when justice is raped in the vast North?
Have those servile souls hidden themselves in their own cocoons waiting for a cry from the North to come out wielding swords?