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