Police Atrocity: Massacre In Tuticorin 2 Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

the difference between a revolver and a gun,
which Tamils from Tamil Nadu couldn't comprehend,
when shot in the head, the brain spilled out,
from other side. Was it a revolver or a rifle?

aimed at the peaceful protestors hearts and the temple,
just at the chests, pierced the bullets of hostile,
width, rich can do anything to grow their money trees,
at the center of cities, after signing black treaties.

a young girl of seventeen was killed and a ten too,
our youth of various walks of life were a few,
wounded were placed in the firing squad's playground,
where the democracy had gone not to witness this violence,

electricity and internet disconnected as masters ordered,
transport stopped and the city was isolated,
the hunting policemen searched every house,
dragging the young who liked to protect the land,

beaten boys not treated for many hours,
while the hospital assistants attended,
the drips; left with out food and water,
for half a day. Gone are the democratic actors..