Angor

Angor or anger is what this anonymous writer is experiencing amid the violence in India’s capital New Delhi

Do not chant Allah’s name
Said the liberal to the muslim.
Secular cappuccino in hand,
The liberal spoke about India
He had money, he had fame.

India is the land of one and all.
Be it a masjid or a mall
A temple or a tryst.
We the people
Can cause ripples
Topple dictators
Protest for peace
Says the liberal
Still sipping his secular cappuccino.

Burn, burn them all.
Jinnah’s brethren
Hear them wail
Destory their shops
Steal their souls
Who asked you to spare the kids?

The liberal shrieked
Poured his heart out on Twitter
While, communalism raged fire on the streets.
Shots fired, shots fired!
Can you tell them by their clothes?
Abandoned us, both Gandhi and Ram
Homes and humans in ashes and litter
But the Liberal said…
Keep calm, keep calm
But he was still on goddamn Twitter.

How many dead?
Three, oh no four
Wait, we have hit double digits
But Balakot was 300 right?
We the people
Cheered and jeered for surgical strikes.

Damn that spot
Blood on your hand
Wipe it off?
Use those linen tissues
Why don’t you Liberal?

Who would have thought
They had so much blood in them?

Shakespeare no fear
The liberal finished his cappuccino
Got off Twitter
Rinsed off his blame
Burped after dinner
And welcomed slumber.

The night was still doomed.
And so was the morning after.