You are a monstrosity,
A walking atrocity,
Feeding on fear with relentless ferocity,
Draped in control, masked as curiosity,
Preaching decay as divine necessity,
Crushing the truth at full velocity.
You rewrite the past with blind audacity,
Bleeding the future with cruel tenacity,
Shrouded in pride and dead opacity,
Silencing hope with ruthless capacity.
You wear your lies with a soft veracity,
Spitting out law with no sagacity,
Chaining the mind, gutting democracy,
As if blood were a price for your prophesy.
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 10:33 AM UTC
You are a monstrosity,
A walking atrocity,
Feeding on fear with relentless ferocity,
Draped in control, masked as curiosity,
Preaching decay as divine necessity,
Crushing the truth at full velocity.
You rewrite the past with blind audacity,
Bleeding the future with cruel tenacity,
Shrouded in pride and dead opacity,
Silencing hope with ruthless capacity.
You wear your lies with a soft veracity,
Spitting out law with no sagacity,
Chaining the mind, gutting democracy,
As if blood were a price for your prophesy.
When a nation forgets its memory and fears its own people,
it does not become powerful—it becomes fascist.
And today, India remembers nothing.