Flames burning high
Death, destruction, loot all around
Evil men
Pronounce judgement.
In the deafening cacophony
Of thoughts, screams, interests,
Of mirages, half truths, lies,
Of agendas, vengeance & shame.
The weak mind wonders
What to make
Of injustice, inequality
Of distress & its ramifications.
The privileged never bleed
Bloodshed is for the unknown
Wounds & cracked skulls
Are the seeds of radicalisation.
Today's romance
Is tomorrow's regret.
Our children
Will question.
They will be criminalised
Their blood will soak the streets
They will lose their all
In the vain hope of change.
But we never taught them
That rebellion is violent
We told them it was glorious
We said it would bring meaning.
We never showed them
That rebellion is irreversible
That life will change forever
And they will never be the same again.
We never told them
That our words are laced with propaganda
With hate, not toward them
We ushered them to their destiny.
Without regret, without shame
We let them take the beatings
We let them break their bones
We let them go into police stations
We let them cry in rage
We provoked them onto the streets
We let them believe half truths
We fed them lies.
And then in the end
When the ashes go cold
We will tell them they did well
But we will never say
That their lives are ruined
Forever
That they are criminals
Forever.
That the police will come to their homes
Every time something goes wrong
That they will be looked upon
As criminals, Maoists, terrorists.
We did not tell them
That we created that future
For them, knowingly
Deliberately
To further our own gains
To satisfy our own agendas
We who sit in comfort
We who never bleed.
We who manipulate
As much as the ones we hate
We who have no soul
In our quest for vengeance.
We never told you
That you are, but a tool
We will forget you soon
And move on to the next generation.
