Make In India Poem by Binu Mathew

Lured by showers of promises, the gullible Indian youth fell victim to the mastery,
Of tricks played by a crony conjurer whose credentials are shrouded in mystery!
His armory of anarchist campaign loaded with ‘Geobbelsian lies' could out- trick,
The masses, aided by agents of crony capitalism and previous win, a hat-trick!

‘Make in India' was the promise but now ‘rape in India.' is the practice!
‘Justice for all' was the slogan but now judges run out of court for justice!
‘Rapid progression' was the mission but now ‘racial oppression' is their vision!
‘Fetter fraudsters' was their passion but now ‘free the looters' is the fashion!

A country known for cultural convergence caught by a critical dose of cultural trauma,
And the callous response by its caretaker who acts like a protagonist in a melodrama,
Declines to address the deeply worrying deflection and the depth of human depravity;
Thus proves a man in wrong shoes can cause more damage than any natural calamity!

A constitution that embraced all faiths and stood for integration and cultural diversity,
Is now being crushed by agents of neo-fascism, an aberration of immeasurable gravity!
When the world is moving towards integration in the era of rapid globalization,
They intimidate the voice of dissent instigating mob killing for religious polarization!

An angel, pure as driven snow, dragged, drugged, raped and destroyed in captivity,
By dreadful demons at the abode of a dumbfounded deity desecrating its divinity!
Dear Lilac!Bid you adieu in tears! You aren't the sole saint sacrilege by Satans!
Moremortal remains to be recovered from ranches, rivers, ravines and mountains!

When the gangs geared up their genitals for revengeful rape and gruesome genocide,
The deities in their divine abodes dared not defy the devilish demons from homicide!
No shepherded descended as savior nor any deities paid heed to the groan of her agony,
When ploughed by monsters with hate-filled hearts, hardened like dark woods of ebony!

The ‘Omnignorant' gods sleep into oblivion like Koalas, wake only to swallow,
The offerings dumped by dump headed devotees with their minds hollow!
Alas! The deities are made of the same dung the devotees' brains are filled with,
Placed just to guard charity boxes and not to grant the prayers that go therewith!

Wars and woes to continue till all warring gods cease wielding their swords,
Of wrath, for peace and their corporate sponsors end the game of war trades,
Till the ignorant masses, shackled by strong sentiments, let the light of reason,
Fall in their minds, to remove all darkness enveloped realms for a new season!