Yet, hear the enraged cacophonies, that be speak the treachery of things; and beware the end of patient habit, that even now a great change brings
Badri Raina Delhi
When we are mauled, maimed,
Butchered, burnt in the broadest
Of daylight in common sight—which is
Several times a day from north to south,
East to west—nobody is ever guilty.
If some lowly judge points fingers,
A truly twice-born higher one
Puts to right the drudge.
Thus, the fifty eight live ones who
Were put to the gun and the machete
At Laxmanpur Bathe were never
Killed; their wretched destiny was
Fulfilled by a gust of wind from
Brahmlok which the low-caste santri
Mistook for Ranveer folk.
Baba Saheb may have made the
Constitution, but Manu’s progeny
Have always know how to
Get round that one. Thus, what wonder
That great lawyers and advocates
Who thunder about justice and
Morality see to It that those
Flush with wealth remain in good
Judicial health. Casteless underlings
Are disposable things upon which
The artifice of the republic does trade;
Such small price is paid by wise worthies
To keep in place divine hierarchies.
Yet, hear the enraged cacophonies
That be speak the treachery of things;
And beware the end of patient habit
That even now a great change brings.