Whack, You or Me?

Note : This post is my entry for  Blogadda's   ‘Whack!! this Wednesday’ contest. 
 

I have my culture, tribal

though you say we don't

I don't have civilization

Though you have at their rapid speed

I have never asked you to be like me,

But every step you take

leads to my conversion and

adaptation to urbanization, no no,

its elimination of my culture

Both my language and me are in extinction.

tigers are better treated than me.

Call me dog, but treat me like me

I don't want to whack you,

but..

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I speak my language, rural.

You call it vernacular and native,

and you look down at me ....

You speak their language,

you call it refined and polished though colonial,

You have media, money and manipulation

You rate it higher and feel superior

I don't want to whack you,

but..

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I toil hard with nature, in nature,

That is my nature to give fruits

You toil smart in ACs for them

You take away our fruits for peanuts

You think about every brand

everything in brand

I don't think about any  brand

as long as it is a bowl of rice .

Else, we do have better choice,

subsidized branded pesticides.

I don't want to whack you,

but..

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I wait for it, every year and everywhere

from the sky, from the ground and every way

For you it is their consumer product, in bottles

They suck it from my sweat and blood

whenever you gulp it into your throats.

I dwell deeper for it into many wells

also, much deeper into debts, then

Much more deeper into life , and

Finally out of life, does it matter?

pushing my family into a deeper well

I don't want to whack you,

but..

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I take up all the so called low grade jobs,

with technique and precision

dirty, smelly, stinky and tough, under sun.

You call  it impure and isolate us.

You memorize few strange stanzas, under roof

make it aplomb with rituals and presentation..

And hence self proclaimed sacredness

to grab money, power and respect.

I stop my job,

check whether society moves on

You stop yours.

I bet Gods, it hardly impacts,

neither you sacred lines nor the myth.

Here, you are like Them,

exactly like them,

You are almost them. You are them.

I don't want to whack you,

but,

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But, before I whack, let me tell you who i am

I am one of the group called WE

We are tribes,

we are rural,

we are farmers,

we are peasants,

we are workers.....

We are sure,

We are not "We the People"

We have been neglected and humiliated

in the name of westernized and globalized development.

Then who are We?

We are "We the'y' people".......... But Y ?

Because you and they have media, money and manipulation (3M)

Anyway, I along with the WE want to whack hard

Whack whom?

No, not the you.

We are not like you

We and I  want to whack the system not the people,

who are mere puppets in the hands of system.

Yes, the same system which you have named like

Capitalism, Corporatism , Consumerism, Colonialism. (4C)

But I/we call it Feudalism

I/WE whack Feudalism and

all the 4Cs and 3Ms

out of the seas and borders

but only in books and blogs.

Anyway it is time for them and you to whack me, as usual.

not in writings but in reality, daily and forever.

Whack me, Sir ji! Whack me!

PS : The 'I' in all these stories represent the social 'me' and hence I claim the share in 'I'.  

PPS: Thanks to Rachana for passing the Que.