We gathered to speak our rights <br />They came and told us we have none <br />We resisted them with our fights <br />They called us names and snatched our bun. <br />They told everybody we were evil, enemies of the nation <br />Hypocrits with words and heckled our mission. <br /> <br />Some who did not believe their tongue <br />Was made to swear on god <br />They had to prove their innconce <br />With their hand on their childrens head <br /> <br />We kept on demanding for what was ours. <br />Bullets, greandes were dropped like flowers <br />The fat man on the chair would laugh <br />Meat in his plates and eyes at the flat screen plasma. <br /> <br />We persisted. <br />Some of us fell. <br />Some of us lived for another day so that they could tell the tale <br /> <br />What happened next still awaits in future, <br />When the fat man ran and they dropped his coutoure. <br />No one believed their vague propaganda anymore <br />We were asked for the rights and therefore <br /> <br />The last we talked some asked us our names. <br />We said call us your dear comrades.<br /><br />Saptarshi Banerjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comrades-10/
