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Rise, Roar & Revolt (Amantes Assemble Sonnet 99)

When the civilians remember their responsibility, politicians will forget which party they belong to, so will their next of kin. And at the slightest urge for exploitation, a voice of caution will ring in their head – don’t you dare, kid – or else, you’ll have neither the seat nor the ass to sit on it!

“Amantes Assemble Sonnet 99

Rise, revolt and roar out loud,
No more pleading in front of prejudice!
Breathe, burn and brave out loud,
No more bearing in front of malice!

Dream, dare and dance out loud,
No more dangling as docile doormat!
Heave, hold and help out loud,
No more retreat in front of cold updraught!

Fall, fix and forge out loud,
No more settling as the forgotten figures!
Grow, glow, and break out loud,
No more groveling at the feet of bloodsuckers!

Only antidote to oppression is civilian unsubmission.
When the children go astray, it’s time for parental intervention.”
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Sonnet 1984 – Abhijit Naskar, Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood

Government IDs are just ankle monitors, issued
to tag citizens like dogs, or I should say, apes.
There can be governments without constitution,
but there is no government without surveillance.

When you elect a so-called representative,
you’re officially signing your life to them.
Don’t be naive enough to think otherwise,
and then yell about human rights violation.

Violation of citizen rights is right of the government,
it’s the unspoken rule of the handbook of democracy.
Once in a blue moon you may get a benevolent government,
but 9 times out of 10 you’ll end up under an autocracy.

A freethinking citizen is contradiction in terms,
no good to the grand design of democratic dictatorship.
Democracy in books is, for the people, by the people,
democracy on street is rule of the apes in a land of sheep.
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Fugitive Peace (Sonnet 2219) – Abhijit Naskar, Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper

In the opera of war, peace is fugitive –
thinking soldiers are no good to state,
either you kill without question, and grab
your medal, or get discharged dishonorably.

Thinking citizens are no good to democracy,
either you obey blind or be branded a terrorist.
Either you hold your mouth, mind and backbone,
or be jailed as an anarchist.

If you want to be an actor,
don’t go to film school,
become an intern to some politician.
Some say secularism is in their blood,
some say liberty, all the while being
the posterboys of persecution.

No politician will prioritize peace,
if they did, they would be out of business.
War is the currency of political power –
abandon fanaticism, and politicians go extinct.
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The Drunken Polyglot (Sonnet 2300) – Abhijit Naskar, Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper


I never hankered for booze or drugs,
you know why – because I’m already drunk,
with the most hard-hitting, brain-altering
contraband in history – I’m ever consumed
with languages and cultures.

Latin Passion, Turkish Woundlight,
Nordic Thunder, Celtic Wonder, Afro Grit,
American Ambition, Arabian Adamance,
Chinese Ingenuity, Indian Nonduality –

like rivers running eager to meet in sea,
cultures converged to bring me to life.
I am vast beyond the spell of tribe,
I am the ruin of all resurging reich.

Call it Reich, Empire or Uncle Sam –
Zionist State or Hindu Rashtra –
Animal Kingdoms are found everywhere, still,
reason is to reichs what phenyl is to floor.
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