Wanton Flies

Unrestrained Capitalism;
A well oiled killing machine-
greased with peasant blood
built with blue collar sinew,

Vedanta's dispassionate gluttony-
Greed for bauxite, thirst for money
Who cares of the Dongria Kondh?
We’ve trampled over tribes many...

Capitalist state; corrupt ministers
feeding that hungry, unholy fire-
with my forests and my rivers
irking me further, fueling my ire

Maybe there's a reason the red flag flies;
the privileged are deaf- the poor divided
pushed to the corner, ignored and swatted like flies
enough tolerated; time to repay your dividend.

They won't feature in the news,
nobody cares about such views
without lots of capital backing
Be sure, nobody's going to be listening...

Sad; the privileged are hard of hearing
poor men tired, enough trying-
slogan chanting and mock voting...
"Time to turn tables, and aim guns!"

Before again the jungles get battle ready
before tribes are again erased;
unite in peace and passively resist we must
-and do our best, to prevent blood lust.

-Adi

Power Equation

A product of my education;
of a lost and misguided generation...
Five years of high school
and three years of college
between my head and good sense
there's now a broad wedge...

All that we learnt,
to no avail
conditioned minds-
destined to fail.

We're puppets to powers-
the puppet masters above us
Sitting in their chambers,
lined with money and soft leather
snorting on white crystals of 'high power'

Delusional whack jobs
in holy seats of power,
Dishing out laws and policy-
they all turn sour...

Conditioned to believe it's Democracy.
Faith in a system; a fallacy...
We elected fuckers who won't deliver,
we suffer now, but we won't forever...

A nation of poor citizens
ruled by a mob of jackals
a system of errors;
to be grabbed by the balls,

Take away the reins
from those 'chosen' few
We'll make them pay
they know its due.

what we need is a revolution,
and it ain't no simple solution;
unite together, scream in unison-
Bringing a change in the power equation!

-Adi

Life's not just about vitamin M

I close my eyes, to visualize
a foggy image; and then emotional tides...

ubiquitous poverty around me,
building a nation just on money

the laborer- he lives within sheets of tin,
his misfortune he connects to his pre-birth sin;

somewhere his brother, in a jungle far
places a claymore beneath black tar.

One let fate decide- driven away from home
one decided to fight back, and he wasn't alone.

My nation is of two people
my nation is of two paths,

one moves to the right; traveling at great speed
one is pushed to the left, while the State pays no heed;

As the rain on tin pitter patters
in the jungle a rifle cracks; and blood splatters!

The brother in the jungles is ecstatic and cries "Victory";
his nephew and niece make paper boats; hiding their misery

Towers of capitalism, flags of industry - in the city
The jungle goes from lush green to rouge-red; Maoism has no pity;

And while rain floods the city
blood puddles turn up in the jungle...

Two brothers; separated by what?
are we one nation, or two based on thought?

Both have issues, real and true

on the brink of civil war;
that day may not be too far,

while we annihilate the Maoist menace,
are we rebuilding? We should as penance...

Before it becomes an us versus them
spare them some kindness;
after all life's not just about vitamin M...

- Adi

Bloody Bigots

Bloody Bigots
Frenzied maggots
devouring my nation from within
these fanatic faggots.

Beef banning -
bad timing
grief and crying
will lead to blood boiling

to satisfy who?
those minority few
who meat do not chew
and refuse to take cue...

this being a nation of poor peasants
we don't expect rich presents,
them fanatic cross belts'
"Do you realize you're on thin ice,
which fast melts?"

Real issues unseen
eyewash for the high-
dish-wash for the unclean?
People lay dormant-
you rule from behind the scene-

Orchestrating riots.
Bloody Bigots
Frenzied maggots
devouring my nation from within
these fanatic fagots.

-Adi