Oppression Poetry
Letting my flesh fly in bits
There is too much of you in me
Of all that rings, in thinking delights,
I am alighted, in shock, in awe and cry,
in my fervour of conscience in favour of
transcendentalism, where a human
becomes a dog abiding by the master.
Faster than the speed of light to fight,
the imposter starts killing his family,
in blood unruly yet serving his whims and fancies
of never-ending fantasies, it was all a ploy to kill,
they fill the sunken depressed pit
with the ego of the status quo,
to make them all fight one another.
Same people, same tribe, same scribe, and same vibe,
they fight as bloodlust animals looking for
weaker prey. Like the Brits did to their colonies,
build a system and a superstructure of agony,
cast them as the ancestors went rogue, but yet
not willing to accept anyone as a citizen.
Same with Brahmanical hegemony,
the acrimonious stances become annals of history.
All mysteries of the past are stories trapped,
in the rundown pages of an episode in a historical event,
often masquerading as true events.
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