Saffron Nationalist Poem by Chris Prabu

He is a monster
A blood thirsty monster
Raised from the blood of
Innocents and aborigines.


He'd been saffronised himself
And infecting others
By threatening, violating, terrorizing
And triggering violence.


His claws spread everywhere
From remote hamlets to modern metros
And bites all most all
Who fight against inequality.


He poisoned the mind
And the deeds of billions
By fabricating the history
And polluting human values.


He's many faces and names
But hide himself
And his venomous fangs
Under the saffron robe.


He clasp the warriors
Of blue and red clans
And branded them
As 'ANTI NATIONALS'


The struggle will be last
Still the last breath of a blue cadre
Who educate, agitate and organize
Against inequality.