Poem to Right Wingers of the Pistol-toting kind

Written by Keki Daruwala | Published on: September 9, 2017


I noticed things about you, sometime back
and mistakenly thought you were changing track.
You had left off murdering in and out of season
people who were rational, those who spoke of reason,
and turned to bashing up the beef eating kind
on highways with a hurrah for cattle and their kind.
Or so I thought, how wrongly, but sense dawns late
as we ruminate on this mob-psychology of hate.

So far you guys were murdering Dalit and hide-flayer
Or Muslims who kept meat in a Frigidaire.
Now you are back to square one, wrong again,
(thinking about you guys is a real pain,
Thought itself goes askew thinking of you,
Its like a five set match at Flushing Meadows, phew!).
Now you’re going for editors and the press
Those who oppose your fiats and meat-avenging zest,
who spoke for Rohingyas, driven into the sand,
roaming river to river, rift to rift, land to land.
Tolerance was a sin in your lexicon,
You think, my darlings, you can plough on and on
through mayhem and the political porn
you spit-spray all over with your dirty speech?
Ever occurred to you, you could be wrong?
And that black bands and scars could discolour  your saffron dawn?