Raped And Burned As A Party Man (Hypothetical Extension)) Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty
Raped And Burned As A Party Man (Hypothetical Extension))
To please my boss-leaders
I have murdered numbers of opposition men
burned many houses by fire
raped many times to teach them lessons
my party always gave me protection
from law and administration
Once my party ordered me to snatch
1000 acres of fertile land from the unwilling farmers
we then played the real devil
thousands of cop deployed there from administrative level
to build and protect the boundary wall
to establish a safe industrial and economic zone
beside this we the best gangsters from different region
gathered together contract basis
to make the land free from real owners of it
our strategy was to create panic by threatening
nearby villagers who were the owner-farmers
live there by generations...
panic by any means just to distort their unity
nights were much important to play our real game
boots and batons of cops to keep intruder away
and from our side whispering behind windows
with various fearing dialogues
regarding breaking doors, murdering, snatching women, etc.,
sometimes kept ourselves engaged in looting
food and animal-stalks
even the alone villager at night was our target
to hurt by fierce beating
usual this way one end of night
our attention took a village girl of 14
with a bowl of water in one hand
she was proceeding towards the bush
as the countryside of our country
large number of people use the open field as latrine
the girl was in hurry for same purpose
she could not know we followed her four of us
just when she was busy to discharge her dirt
we caught her hold and pulled her inside the bush
then we four raped her violently just to rape her head
she got faint about to be died
we decided to burn her alive
binding her hands and feet
binding her mouth with cloth
again pulled her by legs to the field
nearing to the village side
digging a ditch of girls length, lied her there
one of us brought diesel from our campus
poured the drum to the ditch and fired the match stick
nice pleasure we got when we see the girl
tried much to make her free getting her sense again
tried to shout but silence with tongue
burning her skin flesh face and resistance
forgot to tell that girl was in the leading part with her father
at the side of unwilling farmers...
we got much excited and emptied again cheap country liquor
black smoke of swallowing that blackened village girl
made a thin dark layer surrounding sky above
day broke very slowly with cool air
we left the place as the snake take safe shelter in dark
awakened villagers one or two came to inquire smoke
discovered the body dark as coal with blazing flick
spread the news as wind
villagers came rushing to save someone
even they didn't know who it was
at last her family screamed loud
when they identified their daughter
the villages... all the villagers
howled with revenge
their daughter of the soil they lost
the challenge blew with wind
thousand thousands people
took oath to fight long to death
the land their own
the daughter their own
the fight they have to fight
with their last breath
we escaped by the boss-leaders order
another assignment for another operation
but now I feel I am alone
I identify myself as a common man
whom the regimented party
used to make their chair fixed to the lawn
I one of those whom you will find
everywhere in our country
by the name of democracy
where despotism flagging high
with money and muscle power!
Pranab k c
21/07/2012
P.S.[Element used from recent history of SINGUR, in West Bengal, India. During the fight against State-Government requisition programme of highly fertile land by the plea of industrial development while unploughed barren lands of wide range and variety in various districts of the state were awaiting to be utilised to develop socio-economic status of the people of those locality, a 14 years old girl named TAPASI MALIK who was involved in the peaceful resistance movement organised by the unwilling peasants of the local area, had been raped and burned by the civilian guards appointed by the authority....The result of which and for many other such reasons, in next election that Governmental party has been swiped out by loosing support of majority people of the state and the project of low-cost vehicle production by the particular corporate house has been withdrawn by the excuse of insecurity.]
These political killings are a topic of concern to me; and I have written about several, thus I have framed my comment on your poem with a historical reference to two previous planned killings of this type. Syria would be a contemporary example occurring every day at present. I wrote a score of poems about the Arab Spring Egyptian protests which almost no one was interested in. Therefore if anyone is writing about Syria please let me know. I am interested. Sorry I am giving my verdict on Syria and the killing of civilians anyway. Syrian Dictator Shadows Noose beware a Syrian Dictator who cornered warns threatens to use mass chemical weapons not on his own citizens but foreign invaders chemical weapons is a card previously badly used chemical Ali father dictator Saddam this card abused slaughter own citizens is post war crimes reviewed hangman’s noose is time tried tradition for crimes humanity inflicts on loser nation toppled leaders super power immunity veto not among loser options Copyright © Terence George Craddock Victims of political killings deserve a voice speaking on their behalf.
It is necessary to remember both political and war crimes, the killing fields of numerous dictators, to give victims a voice. The killing of any man woman or child by organized mobs or political organizations is an inexcusable act of barbarity. This reminds me of the forgotten holocaust. The SS paramilitary Einsatzgruppen death squads, systematic mass killings of the mentally handicapped, homosexuals, Polish intellectuals, Soviet prisoners of war. Their primary targets were Jews Gypsies Communists. The world has largely forgotten the massive Nazi massacres at Babi Yar, Kiev, Soviet Ukraine 33,771 killed in two days; and at Rumbula forest near Riga Latvia 25,000 killed in two days. These people were often forced to strip naked, then wait their turn, in winter snow and cold, before being shot in groups of men and boys first; then women and girls. An estimated 100,000 people were murdered at Babi Yar massacres. This was the era when ‘Nazi Death Squads Enter Eastern Europe’; before the ‘Final Solution’. The mass Nazi demonic legal genocide, committed on industrial scale, in city sized slaughter camps like Auschwitz, or hundreds of other industrialized killings throughout Europe under Hitler’s occupation. Lest We Forget!
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4/26/2024 9:37:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thats the reason i say be Bose and seldom Gandhi-better die with a desert rose rather than being non-violent to naked prose-I think in India until all have licenced weapons and kill each other-this will continue to be constant