Vaults will be broken
to take out all our belongings
you took away from us like nothing
to make one happy palace with a big bed
of our dreams, on our hope you light a bonfire!
Your home shall burn
for the sins you committed
by taking our belief to be in power,
and then nailing one fabulous manifesto
filled with promises you’re never going to fulfill!
The temple of yours
shall fall down on our feet,
the deity inside nurtures your ego
having flowers dipped in our blood, a riot
is how you please him, our bodies hang to display!
On those big stages
you stand to puke the lies,
they’ll be uprooted from the core
to never let you advertise your poverty,
the nation is in making, you’ll not be a part of its soul!
You’ll be squeezed
out from your own palace,
with the women lining before you
they’ll fill you with something very new
a surprise to you would be now women lead the men!
Our silence is over
now we’ll scream like hell,
your walls would shake and fall
down like it is made of cards, you’re no one
to be vowed before, you can’t dictate on us anymore!
Kabir Deb is a published writer and poet. Born in Haflong and completed his Masters on Life Sciences from Assam University. His work has been published from different national and international magazine like Different bTruths, Counter Currents, Reviews, Cafe Dissensus, Spillwords magazine and his works rely on political activisvm. He recently won the Reuel International Poetry Prize in 2019. His debut book is now available in stores.
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