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
Hypocrits with words and heckled our mission.
Some who did not believe their tongue
Was made to swear on god
They had to prove their innconce
With their hand on their childrens head
We kept on demanding for what was ours.
Bullets, greandes were dropped like flowers
The fat man on the chair would laugh
Meat in his plates and eyes at the flat screen plasma.
We persisted.
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 coutoure.
No one believed their vague propaganda anymore
We were asked for the rights and therefore
The last we talked some asked us our names.
We said call us your dear comrades.
Saptarshi Banerjee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comrades-10/
