The woman is fooled again and again
She is poor and hungry
Her jobless sons are roaming
The streets where hoodlums rule
Getting shoved and kicked
Yet, she trusts them to help her!
The braggart up there had promised her
Money, a lot of money
Promised jobs to her sons
She hoped her lot would improve
In her simplicity she had voted for those hoodlums
But look what they have done!
Her daughter is sobbing in the dark room
She is beyond consolation
While she was coming back from school
They carried her to one of those houses
With farms and garden and iron gates
They bloodied her and abandoned her!
They told her to keep quiet
Otherwise they would finish
Her mother and brothers.
Those men that sit outside the political club
beside the road with arrogant flag flying
that knows only one way, its own!
Don’t look for the mother here
She has left this street six years ago
After mobocracy made a house on this street
And majoritarianism
became the new law here
And now , small
voices are contemptuously ignored
And stamped out if they become too irritating!
Indiana doesn’t live here any more
After her enemies abused her day and night
Hurled stones at her and at her house!
Can a person worth his or her name
Tolerate insults and violence endlessly? She couldn’t!
She left ; she doesn’t live in the town anymore!
Xavier Bage
Tues, Oct 27, 2019
