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You Burnt My Past!

India Burning
As I fight rational to make sense of my today and stumble forth into a future I do not know of, I look behind and hear the holler of a million innocent lives.
When you carved my nation's soul as if it were caviar on your cedar and rosewood dining tables, the wounds from that night bleeds still. You doctored my lessons, taught me an alternate history, made yourself heros and saviors of a race that could care less for you.

When I grew up, I searched the google and learnt about the murder on your souls. You taught me about Hitler but kept your own names away from me, you taught me about the freedom struggle but kept secret your absolute craving and hunger for the power over a billion poor away from me. When I grew up, I googled and learnt about the dead the buried the displaced and the lost.

When I have children, I will not sing songs of gods to them, I will sing songs of your murder and your lust, when I have grand children, I will burn MP6s and Blue Ray Discs with stories of your ahimsa f@#k! As long as I live in hatred, with blood of my brethren flowing down the indus on to the ganges, I will keep singing, I will not keep still.

Gandhi Nehru Jinnah and the Holy Queen, heroes from our yesterday, butchers of our tomorrow. May your souls rest in peace.

Rajesh

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