Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "tyranny"

What is revolution you ask!

Revolution is an alarm,
To wake up the sleeping population.
Revolution is a weapon,
To fight tyranny and exploitation.
Revolution is a vaccine,
To prime the society against inhumanity.
Revolution is an insanity,
To humanize the paradigm of sanity.
Revolution is a tsunami,
To wash away all that's foul and carnal.
Revolution is a tornado,
To weaken the grasp of the animal.
Whenever savages raise their fangs most appalling,
Be not a mute witness but a revolution sanctifying.

Boldly comes justice,
Not just in color blue.
Boldly comes justice,
To make this world anew.
Boldly comes justice,
To defend the fellow innocent.
Boldly comes justice,
Upright, rational and fervent.
Boldly comes justice,
Crossing race, religion and gender.
Boldly comes justice,
To confront humanity's offender.
Justice on earth is no legal matter,
If one soul is hurt all must rise together.

Thank you Hitler for showing the worst of humanity,
I am sorry that we couldn't place you on a pedestal.
Things would've been different if you were not a nobody,
Particularly if you had a background royally honorable.
Apparently if you have an empire to your name,
You can get away with the most heinous of atrocities.
If you have that blue blood running through your veins,
Tyranny, oppression, are deemed as acts of great dignity.
The common notion is, everything nazi is sick and sinister,
At the same time, everything british is great and glorious,
Despite the fact that it was the british empire that was,
An international force of evil unlike the nazi bastards.
Nazism is an enemy of humanity, there is no doubt.
Only if we felt so for the empire as we do for the krauts!

Whenever humanity degrades into inhumanity,
Whenever the oppressed cry out for a little dignity,
Whenever political animals come and sell hate,
Whenever morons 'n their yes men ruin harmony,
Whenever some cavemen fly the flag of tribalism,
Whenever love of luxury undermines accountability,
Whenever gentleness is overpowered by greed,
Whenever megalomania tramples heart's humility,
Whenever goodness is patronized by cold smartness,
Whenever compassion is vilified by indifference,
Whenever selfishness is accepted as norm and sanity,
Whenever accountability is deemed as an offence,
Embracing affliction, from the dust 'n dirt of soil 'n street,
You the Milkyway Messiah is to rise as the sentient shield.

Peace doesn't come through prayers,
Peace comes through responsible action.
When the invader stomps on innocent lives,
Not choosing a side is a consent to oppression.
Ask us for water, we won't let you go unfed,
But do not mistake our gentleness as fear.
If you so much as lay a finger on our home,
We'll defend it with our blood, sweat 'n tears.
We ain't no coward to selfishly seek security,
When our land is being ransacked by raccoons.
When the lives of our loved ones are at stake,
We'll break but never bend to oligarchical buffoons.
The love of our families is what keeps us breathing.
To preserve their smiles, we shall happily die fighting.

Losing oneself in prayer won’t do, losing oneself in meditation won’t do, if we must be lost, let us lose ourselves in resuscitating this dying world of ours with our sweat and blood. People think meditation will solve everything. And to some extent, even I thought this way when I was a teenager. But the fact of the matter is, it won’t.

It’s not bad mark you, but contrary to popular belief, it’s not the key to all the problems of society.

We need ten percent meditation, ninety percent revolution. Better yet, we need a life where meditation is revolution, revolution is meditation. It is this simple. Make justice your meditation, make equity your meditation, make love your meditation, and you won’t need any of the traditional meditation.

The greatest meditation is revolution for assimilation. La mayor meditación es la revolución para la asimilación. Justicia es mi meditación – igualdad es mi meditación – humanidad es mi meditación.

Society needs your active involvement, not your pretend involvement. I’ll say it to you plainly. If you don’t wanna get involved, that’s perfectly fine, but don’t pretend that you are doing great service to the world by praying and meditating isolated from the actual troubles of society.

Prayer as means of self-sustenance is okay, but it mustn’t be glorified beyond that point. Worse than non-involvement is pretend involvement. Either get involved or don’t, there’s no praying. Either serve or don’t, there’s no praying. Either lift or don’t, there’s no praying.

I am no Gandhi, that I’d sit quietly and spin a wheel,
While people suffer in the clutches of imperialism.
I am no Guevara either, that I would shoot anyone,
Who looks suspicious, in my revolution for freedom.
Gandhi and Guevara are two extremes of human struggle,
One glorifies submission, another heralds new oppression.
Neither is fit for an infant world aiming to be civilized,
For one lacks backbone, the other weaponizes assumption.
We may take a little from Gandhi, a little from Guevara,
Without rigidity we may administer them accordingly.
I am an accountable human living in a world run by biases,
So most times I’ll keep quiet and act as a harmless dummy.
But whenever inhumanity goes overboard wreaking havoc,
The human bulldozer will rise to cleanse every epoch.

The rightful king is one who dissolves the kingdom.
The rightful politician is one who dissolves the party.
The rightful ruler is one who wants only to serve.
The rightful citizen is always steadfast in accountability.
Long live the Queen and Heil Hitler are one and the same,
For both are sign of absolute allegiance without question.
Allegiance to king and country keeps a land uncivilized,
Allegiance to ideology and tradition destroys all ascension.
Let there be no king and queen, let there be no kingdom,
Let there be no party and let there be no authoritarianism.
The force that builds a world doesn’t come from bloodline,
For character is beyond the grasp of our puny sectarianism.
In a civilized society we are all king, we are all policymaker.
The world advances when we advance as its fervent keeper.

History is not a record of truth, history is a record of triumph. The triumphant writes history as it fits their narrative – or to be more accurate, history is written by the conquerors for maintaining the supremacy of the conquerors, while the conquered lose everything.

Let me give you an example. In a commendable endeavor of goodwill and reparations a descendant of the British conquerors, President Lyndon Johnson started Hispanic Heritage Week, which was later expanded into a month by another white descendant, President Ronald Reagan – fast forward to present time – during the Hispanic Heritage Month the entire North America tries to celebrate Native American history. But there is a glitch – Spanish is not even a Native American language.

Native Americans did not even speak Spanish, until the brutes of Spain overran Puerto Rico like pest bearing disease and destruction, after a pathetic criminal called Columbus stumbled upon “La Isabela” in the 1500s.

Many of the natives struggled till death to save their home – many were killed by the foreign diseases to which they had no immunity. Those who lived, every last trace of their identity was wiped out, by the all-powerful and glorious spanish colonizers – their language, their traditions, their heritage, everything – just like the Portuguese did in Brazil.

The Spaniards would’ve done the same to Philippines on the other side of the globe, had they had the convenience to stay longer. Heck, even the name Philippines is not the original name – the original name of the islands was (probably) Maniolas, as referred to by Ptolemy. But when the Spaniard retards of the time set foot there, they named it after, then crown prince, later Philip II of Spain.

Just reminiscing those abominable atrocities makes my blood boil, and yet somehow, the brutal “glory” of the conquerors lives on as such even in this day and age, as glory that is.

That’s why José Martí is so important, that’s why Kwanzaa is so important, that’s why Darna is so important – in the making of a world that has a place for every culture, not just the culture of the conquerors.

No other “civilized” people have done more damage to the world than the Europeans, and yet, on the pages of history books their glory of conquest is still packaged as glory, not as atrocity. Why is that? I don’t know the answer – do you?

Trillions of dollars, pounds and euros in aid won’t suffice to undo the damage – but what just might heal those wounds from the past, is if the offspring of the oppressors and the offspring of the oppressed, both hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder, unravel the history as it happened, not as it was presented – what just might heal the scars of yesterday, is if together we come forward to learn about each other’s past, so that for the first time in history, we can actually write “human history”, not the “conquerors’ history” – so that for the first time ever, we write history not as conquerors and conquered, not as oppressors and oppressed, but as one species – as one humankind.

Only animal I’m afraid of is myself,
When I’m scared, I lose control.
I am the height of violence extreme,
Kept tamed by conscience whole.

I am the maker of all law and order,
I decide what’s right, what’s wrong.
I am a grenade waiting to go off,
At the sight of humanity done wrong.

To the helpless I’m humility incarnate,
To the discriminated I’m love unbound.
To all intolerance I am judgment day,
To paranoid hate I’m piety paramount.

If I don’t bulldoze your castles of prejudice,
Abhijit Vicdansaadet Naskar is not my name.
Till the last ounce of hate is obliterated,
The final human will emerge time and again.