Why are there people dreaming
of hell, a formless world
with leafless trees, beastly
people, thirsty victims
theatres where the murders are real
and of slogans written in blood?
Why do they fantasise like this
about a better life
about a new beginning?
Why are there people dreaming
of freedom, equality, fraternity
without prelates and politicians?
Why don't they sing
the song of humanity
Why
do they numb themselves
to explode
their pettiness?
Jun 8, 2023
Jun 8, 2023 at 3:28 AM UTC
Why are there people dreaming
of hell, a formless world
with leafless trees, beastly
people, thirsty victims
theatres where the murders are real
and of slogans written in blood?
Why do they fantasise like this
about a better life
about a new beginning?
Why are there people dreaming
of freedom, equality, fraternity
without prelates and politicians?
Why don't they sing
the song of humanity
Why
do they numb themselves
to explode
their pettiness?
Poem "Man, you should explode" (1972, Namdea Dhasal [Born near Pune, India, 1949], collection "Golpitha", 1973)
Collection "Different times"
