On Indian Culture Trading Liberty For Nationalism

skeletons
wrapped in the starry night
with bone-thin skin
anxiously trying to sleep
all their bleak dreams

vigilantes
looking to be heroes
for a moment
even an ant may believe
it’s here for some grand purpose

autocratic
politicians divide
with steady hands
slicing in the scalpel
of a silver tongue

left wing, right wing
and on either side
grass
that grows
in the Spring

who knows which word
gets me stabbed or elbowed
or mapped to a cell
all the things that can happen
over a dinner gone wrong

On Indian Culture Trading Liberty For Nationalism