We gathered to speak our rights
They came and told us we have none
We resisted them with our fights
They called us names and snatched our bun.
They told everybody we were evil, enemies of the nation
Hypocrites with words and heckled our mission.
Some who did not believe their tongue
Were made to swear on god
They had to prove their innocence
With their hand on their children’s head
We kept demanding for what was ours.
Bullets, grenades were dropped in showers
The fat man on the chair would laugh
Meat on his plates and eyes at the flat screen plasma.
Some of us fell.
Some of us lived for another day so that they could tell the tale
What happened next still awaits in future,
When the fat man ran and they dropped his couture.
No one believed their vague propaganda any more
We were asked for the rights and therefore
The last we talked some asked us our names.
We said call us Dear Comrades.
By Saptarshi Banerjee