tribals. bestial.

We were here before you,
Arrived; intruded our world
In the name of civilisation.
We were here among the trees,
The birds and the bees
We were one with them,
For centuries
Before you came, invaded our ways
And taught us grace
Of your animal ways.

We were here before you
And yet, you deem it fit
To teach us things –
Of big bangs, toothpaste,
And other material things.
Ah! Your ignorance!
Worthy of a good laugh,
For no matter how many trees
You rape to write your histories,
You will never know the secrets
Our Mother has taught us through
Her stories.

How to plunder the forests,
And gain satisfaction through
Printed notes of greed,
These,
We will never need.

But once you knew,
How beastly you turned,
Such bestial rage we have never seen,
We have never seen.

But the lush treasures of our green
And the virgin trust of our girls and teens
Turned on the beasts in you,
And we were left watching.
We were left crying.

When you brought us your savage ways,
We wish that we had learnt it well,
Of how to turn on the beasts within us,
And give you hell.

Alas! That is a lesson our Mother
Did not teach.
Neither did the trees,
Nor the birds and the bees.
And now, we are left watching
You murder our innocence
And rape it well.
Tears well
Bbut mute our pain,
How we wish we learnt those lessons
From you again.




Published in Muse India, Jan-Feb 2012