Mr. Pm Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

If you want to kill the extras
Just bring us to firing squad
Blow the whistle and finish burdens

If you think us excess
Just a little ground you need
To make your signature as patriot

But please don't expense so huge
To build Neo-Concentration-camp
By the name of your detention theory

It's 2019 and you not any Nazi butcher
Have your senses still to understand
Humiliation and cry of uprooted human

Always think by the name of worshiped God
You are also a product of time playing for a little
You have got the chair by the majority mandate
Not to throw stones to poor people
Not to create new gas-chambers, torturing furnaces

History repeats itself a common belief
Time does not bother anyone long
As your ancestors you are also destined to die
But don't throw the generation new
In the ocean of shame and shattered by democracy

Just the high time to think it again your challenges
Majority needs food
Home to reside
Garments to cover them
Education
Health the primary requirements
Try to serve as Angel of heaven
Not as Demon of hell

You need your rectification
Because the chair made of majority mandate
And if possible you just finish me by your strong hand
For the crime of knocking your conscience!

Pranab k c
20/09/2019