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Terrorists and Thieves (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood

Terrorists who manifested their destiny
on stolen land, are banning immigrants!
Thieves who built their AI empire, not
on public domain data, but on stolen
copyrighted material, are upset with
other thieves stealing from them!

More than the inhumanity it is
the hypocrisy that is so astounding.
I say astounding, but not really,
it’s just pathetic and disappointing.

It’s happening all over again,
colonizers are spreading their tentacles,
all the while being idolized as icons,
instead of being held accountable for
their ritualistic human rights violations.

Parasites live off the labor of humans,
and monkeys worship them as kings.
This is neither innovation nor civilization,
this is the jungle kingdom rebooting.
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“Mass deportation is human trafficking.” – Abhijit Naskar, Neurosonnets


Mass deportation is human trafficking, but you’d have to have a human heart, unchained by patriotic allegiances, to fathom this. Every genocidal maniac is a patriot, and it’s the golden age of crime, when the biggest cartel of a nation is its own government.
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God is a Gypsy (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets


Kindness is my constitution,
selflessness is divine sanity.
To be human takes no scripture,
living gospel takes humanity.

Men of ritual, men of blind worship,
will never know the breath of life,
which in a way, is animal blessing,
to know life is to be restless with light.

To know light is to be restless,
to know life is to be breathless,
only those without life can sit still,
for blindness is boon to the savages.

The name is *Gitano – Abigitano;
accused of freedom by alien hunters.
War is legal, human trafficking is legal,
genocide is legal, child-bombing is legal,
and you call this civilized and religious!
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Human kneels to no ICE or SS (Sonnet 2200) – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets


Human bows to no flag or crown,
human claims no jeweled throne –
rejoicing in ruin of reputation,
human stands unbent and alone.

Bound to no creed or clan,
human kneels before no stone –
every place where hate looms,
human sings in flesh and bone.

Human kneels to no ICE or SS,
human fears no dictatorial decree –
where chains are sold as holy relic,
human comes alive, roaring to be free.

Human walks not in luxury suits,
but in dusty rags of the street –
human feasts with homeless folks,
and dies happy at their feet.
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I don’t plea, I execute (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper


I never play the victim card,
because to play the victim one would
have to feel inferior somehow – which I don’t –
I am not inferior to anyone, quite the contrary,

I am one of the most spectacular specimens
of whole human that ever walked the earth –
which is why, whenever I face derogatory remarks,
my immediate response is not that of an offended
minority, but that of a concerned parent
disappointed at their child’s misdemeanor.

I don’t beg for equality, I establish equality.
I don’t plea for mercy, I execute justice.
Millennia yet for courts to catch up to my truth;
I don’t outsource, I am the source of holiness.

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The Man With No Roots (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper


The day children are raised
without religion and nationality,
that’s the beginning of peacemaking,
and the empirical end to warmongery.

Either raise your children with
no religion or multiple religions,
either raise your children with
no culture or multiple cultures.

I grew up celebrating Diwali,
eating fruitcake on the 25th,
and waking up to the call of Azaan –
if I’m devout anything, it’s a devout human.

I have no roots, for I am the roots;
I am the ruin of all heritage of lies.
Illegal Immigrant in every state,
for I come from a Time beyond tribes.
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Dictionary of American English (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, When Calls The Kainat


World calls them Terrorists,
we call them Forefathers.
World calls them Wanted,
we call them Billionaires.

World calls them Patients,
we call them Police.
World calls them Traffickers,
we call them ICE.

World calls them High Schools,
we call them Shooting Range.
World calls them Inmates,
we call them President.
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