#activist
He was right, they're bunch of clowns,
they don't care about our lives.
He was right, they lacked the tears to shed,
they don't care if we're alive or dead.
He was right, they would silence him,
then they'll silence us, make us scared to breathe.
Once they're there, they will never quit.
He was right, we all have been tricked.
He was right saying they were fake.
Now we know, but now it's too late.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 6:05 PM UTC
endless suffering —disguised as law
finding peace within enemies
again and again — continuous fraud
how can one live
knowing evil lives close
wearing 'kind' faces
souls like ghosts
still we pretend —
as if hope remains
but our freedom's
are just a brand name
racists in power
painting hate as pride
rapists rewriting stories
so they can continue to shine
they sell fear to the people
and call it "the news"
we vote between monsters
and pretend we can choose
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 12:41 AM UTC
A lamentation carved in ancestral ash and silken wrath
I was born beneath a roof of borrowed stars, where silence was stitched into my cradlecloth, and every withheld scream became a psalm
for the Sentinel of Bloodline me.
They speak in tongues dipped in honeyed venom, those kin who wear concern like ceremonial garlands, but their rituals reek of rot their blessings, barbed.
The Bearer of Burdens my progenitor
spent his prime erecting altars for their comfort, his sweat sanctified their feasts, his spine bent into bridges they now demand
be paved with gold and guilt.
Two daughters, they hiss, as if our existence were a ledger of loss, as if his labor must be transmuted
into inheritance for those who never wept for him.
And the Matriarch of Grace my origin flame
they veil her with shame, commenting on her visage, demanding she drape herself in submission
as if dignity were theirs to dictate.
Yet she speaks to them still, with a grace that defies gravity, while I her blood’s echo
burn in silence, my fury folded into polite nods
and counterfeit smiles.
I want to unsheath my voice, etch boundaries into their bones, teach them the sacred geometry of respect.
How dare they trespass
into the sanctum of our suffering?
But I swallow my wrath for the Matriarch’s peace, for the Bearer’s dignity, for the society that weighs silence
as virtue.
Still, silence is a slow crucifixion.
So I write.
I ritualize my rage into verse, my grief into glyphs, my defiance into legacy.
Let this poem be a blade wrapped in velvet, a dirge for the betrayed, a sanctuary for Sentinels
who guard their lineage like sacred flame.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 9:32 AM UTC
They carved my name in silence, not gold,
In the ledger of “useless,” bitter and cold.
One slip just one and the scroll rewrote,
Years of grace drowned in a single note.
I bowed with reverence, not for their crown,
But for the myth that teachers don’t look down.
Yet they measured worth by tuition paid,
Not by the soul or scars I’ve displayed.
They smiled at rebels, gave them light,
While I, the quiet, was cloaked in night.
No reward for being good, no balm,
Just the echo of blame, void of calm.
So let me be bad, if good is unseen,
Let me wear thorns, not petals pristine.
If virtue’s currency is never spent,
Then let me rise from their contempt.
I am not their puppet, nor their pawn,
I am the storm that breaks their dawn.
Time will etch me in truths they missed,
In the ink of fire, not a teacher’s list.
Let them choke on the silence they gave,
While I build sanctuaries from every grave.
I’ll prove my worth not for their gaze
But for the stars that know my blaze.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
They chant in cloisters of comfort:
“Wealth is fleeting, power corrupts.”
But I have walked the corridors of consequence, Where silence bows to sovereigns of coin and command.
Let them sip serenity from porcelain platitudes I drink from chalices forged in fire:
Currency, the golden marrow of movement;
Power, the storm that parts the sea of no.
In this epoch of veiled verdicts, Respect is not earned it is engineered.
And privilege is not gifted it is gripped
By those who wield both purse and pulse.
Give me dominion, not to dominate, But to dismantle the architecture of injustice.
Let my voice be velvet and volcanic—
Unjudged, unshackled, unafraid.
Let my family dwell beneath citadels of certainty, Not beneath the brittle breath of borrowed hope.
Let my past be a phantom, For the present wears a crown.
One decree, and doors unfold.
One gesture, and gravity bends.
No garment mocked, no gaze policed, When power walks beside wealth, cloaked in reverence.
I do not seek applause I seek immunity.
Not from truth, but from tyranny.
For in this realm, freedom is not a birthright
It is a transaction, sealed in gold and grit.
So I rise, not as a monarch, But as a myth reborn.
To wear my privilege like prophecy, And my power like poetry.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 3:22 AM UTC
100,000 children starved to death in two months. We need to intervene in all genocides. Sudan is the Gaza you haven’t heard about.
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
You, I think about, every single day
Not only does it make me happy
It provides me hope
Whenever I mope
You are not simply an inspiration
In me, do you ensure perspiration
In order to reach my goals
If I achieve success
I will dedicate it to you, for your writing
Because, you keep me believing
Hence, never do I give up
In fact, the only way for me is up
Drives me, does your radical thought
Which is straight from the heart
About society, you give not a ****
Something that manages to make me beam
Even when I am drowning in a pool of insecurities
You pull me, bit by bit
Towards achieving inner peace
One does not have to be perfect
Thanks chiefly to you, did I realise that
Your fiery passion helps me stay afloat
Even when the ship of my mind is sinking
Due to too much overthinking
You enable me to get rid of the clutter
Thus, does my focus keep getting better and better
A true braveheart, you are
In spite of being a mother
Amongst the loudest, is your voice
Against all sorts of injustice
What better motivation, do I need?
Thank you, Dear Comrade
Jai Bhim! Vaazhga Periyar!!
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 1:24 AM UTC
I stand with you, Dear Comrade
Because, always do you stand
With the oppressed
With the marginalised
With the hated
With the silenced
And finally
With the ignored!
I stand with you, Dear Comrade
Because, every time do you take the lead
When it comes to fighting against injustice
Calling out media bias
Exposing the hypocrisy of the liberals
Highlighting gender and caste issues
Blasting the central government left, right and centre
And last but not the least
Making us all feel your righteous anger!!
I stand with you, Dear Comrade
For you, does my heart bleed
Because, are you an extremely kind soul
Who cares for humanity above all
Beneath your raging passion
I can feel your sheer compassion
You've been through hell
And yet, do you stand tall
Fighting endlessly and fearlessly for social justice
And striving your hardest for peace
Without even thinking of giving up
To you, greatly do I look up!!
I stand with you, Dear Comrade
Of you, forever will I remain proud
Whenever I have a bad day
It is you, who shows me the way
During my darkest phases
It is you, in whom I find solace
Even when I am extremely negative
You provide me the motivation to be positive
May Jesus bless your beautiful soul
And may you find your inner peace, above all!!
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 11:50 PM UTC
Whenever I experience pain
Whether it be physical or mental
I don't feel I am alone
Because your words are so powerful
That they transport me into another realm
Where I begin to feel a sense of calm
And a voice speaks
"Everything is going to be alright soon"
Slowly and steadily, the pain fades
And I begin to feel at ease again
You may not be a witch
But your poetry is so rich
And so full of passion
That it gives me motivation
To do whatever I earlier thought was impossible
Your attitude makes EVERYTHING seem possible
The way you write a novel
Sets an example for us all
Full of dry and witty humour
Not to mention, extreme candour
And at the same time, you keep the readers guessing
Hence, no book of yours can ever be called "boring"
And your activism lights a flame in us
Which is extremely difficult to extinguish
Thanks to you, am I starting to find the courage and strength
To fight my battles with mental health
And hoping to emerge stronger than ever
Dear Comrade, I will forget you never
Jai Bhim! Vaazhga Periyar!!
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 8:07 AM UTC
These protagonists words describe
a worldview most people may not know. I do admit
I have a tendency of presenting new facts and serving them somewhat cold..
So even if for now you don’t believe, put it in the back of your mind and set it free..
Deep passion is quite luring
it gets the creative blood stirring.
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 9:33 AM UTC
Military wise
We have the same capabilities
as we had in the 90’s..
But now it’s 2024
We cannot contend with BRIC’s economically nor defend against their weapons.
Many of our senators want war anyways
It’s time to change our policy.
Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 10:13 AM UTC
Whenever you enter my thoughts
A fire begins to burn fiercely in my heart
Destroying everything in its path
Except any positive thoughts
And from my mind, emerges a voice
Saying "You can do it
And you WILL do it!"
Whenever something seems amiss
I think of your struggles
And gradually, do I find myself more capable
Of achieving every task that is set before me
A Harry Houdini, you may not be
However, an inspiration are you, for sure
Because, so much do you care
About righting all the wrongs in our society
Casteism, Hindutva, Islamophobia, gender inequality
Determined are you, to fight hard for social justice
Even if you end up paying a huge price
I consider myself an extremely lucky person
To know such a lovely human being like you
Who talks not through words but actions
Though you are a very loving partner and mother
Rarely, do you showcase your affection and care
Your sheer nerve and bravery would make Godric Gryffindor proud
Your patience, dedication, loyalty and sense of justice would make Helga Hufflepuff proud
Your sharp wit and natural curiosity would make Rowena Ravenclaw proud
And finally
Your sheer ambition, determination and resourcefulness would make Salazar Slytherin proud
Always, will you be my primary motivator
Keep rocking, keep fighting and do take care
May the Almighty bless you forever!!
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 4:01 AM UTC
War is war
destruction and death!
Peace is peaceful
You can feel it
in your every step
Living in dugouts
Shell shocked retreats
Waiting for no more
then a certain defeat
Who deserves
to experience hell
upon this earth
where we all dwell?
Shall we pretend
and close our eyes
as the west continues
to sell their lies?
Peace is simple
beneath the covers
We just stop killing
each-other!
Jun 4, 2024
Jun 4, 2024 at 7:48 AM UTC
You are my idol
You is it, who manages to make me smile
When I am down in the dumps
You are an amazing poetess
Imagine, could your writing ****
Then die, the oppressors shall
One of the fiercest voices against injustice
Always, are you ready to make sacrifices
For the benefit of humanity
And the transformation of our extremely regressive society!
You are my idol
Always, do you manage to cast a spell
Through your mind-shattering poems
As well as edge-of-the-seat novels
An enchantment that is almost impossible to lift
Really, are you a gift
To the literary world
So much do I love, the way you play with words!!
You are my idol
Never, are you idle
Buzzing with ideas all the time
Truly, is your mind sublime
You are the light to my darkness
The fire to my icy coldness
The humour to my seriousness
The subtlety to my directness
The list is endless!!
You are my idol
I like you more than I hate Israel
You mean as much to me
As independence means to the Palestinians
It was such an honour to see you perform
Last December, at G5A Warehouse
In front of a full house
That I felt I was in a dream
It was indeed a surreal feeling
May you keep performing and inspiring
May all your dreams come true
And may Jesus bless you!!
May 24, 2024
May 24, 2024 at 7:46 AM UTC
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil
That means I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, so don't ask me questions
You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Unless it is what you wanted me to tell you.
Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 4:20 AM UTC
Julian Assange‘a trial is being suppressed
by the United States media. A complete blackout. Even YouTube and other Internet media’s are involved in the suppression.
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC
There's a lot of good people in this world
People who would like to see a better world
Unfortunately it's out of our control
That is if, your ideology is to
"Stay the status quo"
Did you just get comfortable?
Close your eyes and play your role
I have everything I need
Yet my world is not complete
My connection to the world
Will never disconnect
I possess true love
Which parallels deep regret
That's why I'm an activist
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
It hard to be patriotic
While most of our rulers are psychotic
All their crazy has no end
They lock up the poor
Whenever they can
I won't salute their blood stained flag
Nor bow to their angry gods
I'll take a knee with Kaepernick
Now that's a worthy cause!
The lesser evil can fight it out among their selves
Dark money and propaganda are proportionate of their wealth
Corporations of greed destroying our precious planet
A war machine that kills millions to survive
Shall we just take all this for granted?
Our one percent are out of control and underhanded
Standby for a wave of american immigrants
Coming to your shores
"cause it's getting hard to be patriotic anymore.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 7:08 AM UTC
perhaps
this is mother earth
killing us off
before we **** her
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 8:30 PM UTC
Ammerikkka we're appealing
To your truest heart
The Conscious,
A revolution is infolding
Your land is
Is cold full of hatred
War on the minority
Masses walking for
Real freedom
We aren't savages
We rewriting the
True story.
All is One
As the Sun rises
In our lives
The Soul of a
People desperate
For all to Hear
Our cries
Watching and
Waiting on God
"GoTell it on the
Mountain" like
Baldwin said
We've articulated our position
As the Victim
Time for
Love's Vaccination
Into your greed filled veins
Our skin is not a sin.
We done Historiography
Lie and tell us to our
Faces we're less than
God's own Kings and Queens
Royalty runs throughout
Our D.N.A.
The imprint of
The Source Almighty
Masculine and Feminine
9 to the Ether
With No substitution.
Our Story is unfolding
All Life is Matter
Carbon copyright of Righteousness
Factors of dark and light
Star dust to Universal matter
Cutting thru your dogmatic
Chatter of divisions and classes
With clear lenses gazing into
The future Human
Evolution.
Gaia is our home
mother to All
Hatred in Amerikkka no longer
It's called Love's Patience
Sending racism to the depth of
Hell
While we Raise Heaven
As above so below
Thy Will Be Done
Above and beyond false
Religious and Political
Agendas.
Question why you're separated
Contaminated systems
The water is filthy like
Amerikkkas violence and lies
Who's God is Lady Liberty
Really trusting
Rothschild or Builder burghs?
Feeding us brain washed
Religion with pimps
As the preachers
I gotta pay for my
Salvation Again
And Again with my
Soul and skin?
That's double jeopardy
That's twice you've
Tried
"We the People".
Ammerikkka you
Enslaved us but we
Forgave you Gracefully
Building all your
Edifices
Even faithfully tithing taxes
Exploited by Capitalism's ism's
Like regentrification
Let's not forget
You created reservations and
Ghetto Slums and
"The War on Drugs"
Still consider my bloodline
Unworthy of a Promise
We are not *******
We're Philosophers
Still writing Emerald Tablets
For our children's children
Children Children
Prayers form Pyramids
We're setting out
To make living Legacies
Can't Erase Obama
Out of History
Time to pay up
No more insufficient funds
From the Founding
Father's Constitution
King said it
Poetry demands it
We fact check you
Americkkka
Because we dream
And still have
Hope in
Your Faithful Promises
To Be
"America",
"Home of Brave
Land of The Free"
Kevin Guru© 2016
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
wear shoes made of hot coals
to show that your mere
p r e s e n c e
can be dangerous
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC