I am Akhlaq, lynched over meat preferences written in a ‘book’,
From up here, seeing you squabbling here all day, if only I could tell you how silly you all look.
I am Godhra, I sit here burning in the train that you set fire to,
As each inch of my flesh chars, a little humanity burns in you all too.
From up here, seeing you squabbling here all day, if only I could tell you how silly you all look.
I am Godhra, I sit here burning in the train that you set fire to,
As each inch of my flesh chars, a little humanity burns in you all too.
I am Delhi and it’s ’84, the tyre burning around my neck is eating me away,
My wife & daughters will become whores in years to come, but I guess we deserve to go this way.
I am Charlie Hebdo, shot with a sketch pen in hand and how,
I’m sitting next to the God you worship, guess who looks like a ‘cartoon’ now?
I am the abomination that you call religion, you can call me beefless, porkless, the holy janambhoomi or the holy mother,
I will just sit here and watch, till one day you all kill each other.
My wife & daughters will become whores in years to come, but I guess we deserve to go this way.
I am Charlie Hebdo, shot with a sketch pen in hand and how,
I’m sitting next to the God you worship, guess who looks like a ‘cartoon’ now?
I am the abomination that you call religion, you can call me beefless, porkless, the holy janambhoomi or the holy mother,
I will just sit here and watch, till one day you all kill each other.
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