Juneteenth Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
Juneteenth
Light at the end of the tunnel?
Not yet, we knew.
Never, claimed them.
Martin Luther King
is not Jesus Christ,
he remains buried.
"I have a dream", he said.
he dreamed for millions,
today his dream remains
a dream for billions.
his March on Washington
continues, nothing has
changed; not even March.
Someone is trampled upon,
in every step,
Hate Marches on.
"Black life matters"
says someone whose breath's taken away
"only for blacks" adds someone else.
This poem may be read as a sequel to my old poem "Mother of Emmet Till"
SO long these politicians will remain we cannot expect hatred, divide and rule policy
Politicians revel in the power and assume that greed and are their right… the wrestling federation and Karnataka stand in evidence
Thank you, Asimji. But, my feeling is that every human being is greedy to the extent that he/she does not hesitate to use violence to achieve his/her greed
Excellent poem to remind nothing has changed, just the people are gone and new gen with same old thoughts are present. Change will not happen from outside, it has to come from within.
And, this greed and consequent hatred and violence are the root causes for the wars. Glaring example is West Asia
It is our culture and civilisation man has achieved over many millions of years that have polished us to some extent. But, when greed overtakes the Cultural heritage, he tends to revert to violence
I tend to believe that violence and hatred are the true nature of man. As Aacharya Vinoba Bhave had remarked once.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The Juneteenth was an occasion to ponder over true human nature