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.
