Scrolling through my news feed
I saw you in tatters and agony
Looking at me, for a bit of pity.
As I gutted the steak the last night
You sneaked in to get a handful of grains
As I gorged and stuffed my belly
You clasped and rocked yours in pain.
As the lad who served my dish wished me 'night
the lads who caught you whipped and thrashed,
As my selfie massed the likes and fed my vanity,
Yours did de-mask the cowl of my society
As I retched out the stuffed steak and burped
You retched out some blood and died.
On my morning throne, I will sit tomorrow stuffed of steak
As more of you die of hunger and of mobs
As today I will mourn you then and again
While you and your forests burn and rot.
**** In memory of Madhu, an forest dweller why was lynched being accused as a thief. He didn't steal millions from your bank or snatch your girls purse, but a handful of grains to subside his hunger.****
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