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Dalit Poems
UNTOUCHABLES! Land based hard working labourers! All poor dirty skinny bones have been, Millions millions and millions of years - Mining land for all their mineral wealth, To create various good material riches! For planting seeds shrubs and the trees For cultivating good crops food fruits Ploughing agricultural farms and fields And digging the earth and the rich land The Land - Oh Mother Earth Goddess! Dark dirty poor skinny bones of land! Just for digging and ploughing the land! Blamed accused and abused for having Defiled mother earth vertually raping her! Have been condemned as Untouchables! Generation after generations generations Of great grand father grandfather father! Son grandson great garnd son and son! Great great great great great grand son! And so on on and on and on endlessly! And that is how rulers, vedic scholars, Rich traders, and from amongst them -All their learned wisemen and women Great big philosophers all the teachers Been fooling People for Millenniums! - A Dalit Poet Previous Poem Next Poem |