Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "monarchy"

Bloodline doesn't determine destiny,
Only determination can do that.
Biology doesn't see royalty,
Only bugs without backbone do that.
They say above the law is nobody,
Yet the royalty makes their own law.
If this is what civilization is about,
It's much better to be an outlaw.
The very existence of monarchy,
Is a sign of a medieval society.
We deny visa to hopes and ambition,
Yet kings and queens receive undeniable loyalty.
So I address the monarchs of planet earth,
Grow up and give your character a real birth.

Wanna study a superpower, study America.
Wanna study dysfunctional power, still study America.
Wanna study spirituality, study India.
Wanna study rotten spirituality, still study India.
Wanna study rise of secularism, study Turkish Republic.
Wanna study fall of secularism, still study Turkish Republic.
Wanna study standards of beauty, study the Korean Republic.
Wanna study doctored beauty, still study the Korean Republic.
Wanna study pride and loyalty, study good old Britannia.
Wanna study primeval pride and loyalty, still study Britannia.
Wanna study statehood, study People's Republic of China.
Wanna study the horrors of statehood, still study China.
Every nation on earth suffers from a distinct ailment.
The first step towards recovery is acknowledgement.

Let us build a new Britain,
A Britain with actual heart's beauty,
Where we shall right our wrongs,
Instead of boasting our atrocities.
Let us build a new Britain,
Where commoners are king and queen,
Where unlike our tribal ancestors,
Our habit is not occupation but caring.
Let us herald a new Britain,
Where there is no exit only inclusion,
Where no one bows to no one for honor,
And each lives with self-determination.
Serve Britannia! Britannia, serve as aid.
Britain never again shall make others slave.

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.

Poverty is a capitalist invention,
Third world obscurity is colonial construct.
History of the west is history of abuse,
World hunger is a western by-product.

“When a philandering ass is declared head of state, and the other woman sleeps her way to the throne, it’s not a moment of national pride, it’s an outlandish declaration of national pestilence.”

“Beyond King and Crumpet
(Uncoronation Sonnet)

There’s not one but two UKs –
one is United Kingdom,
where animals worship a king,
another is United Kin-dom,
where humans live as kin.

Storm’s coming! Huts and homes
of the humble will thrive,
while castles and palaces
of thieves will crumble.
Either we are explorers
of equality and dignity, or
we are crown worshipping animal.

Putting all kings and queens to bed,
Citizens must come out and work the soil.
Enough chasing the parade of dead meat,
March your own parade, tackling turmoil!

Crown, cross and rigid constitution,
Mindlessness has taken many a form.
Beyond the fetish of king and crumpet,
Beckon the rays of an honorable dawn.”

“Shall Meet You There (Sonnet 1319)

Beyond tongue and tradition,
Beyond king and nation,
Beyond ignorance and intolerance,
Beyond cowardice and castration,
Beyond fear and fanaticism,
Beyond rigidity and recklessness,
Beyond the desert of dead habit,
Beyond the logical heartlessness,
Beyond the guise of practicality,
Beyond the price of convenience,
Beyond the lies of selfish order,
Beyond the highs of whims and wishes,
There’s a valley of love and laughter.
Come someday, I shall meet you there.”

“Buluşalım (Şiir)

Dilin ve dinin ötesinde bir yer var,
orada buluşacağım seninle.
Vatanın ve varoluşun ötesinde gel,
buluşalım, artık bekleme.
Korkunun ve köktenciliğin ötesinde,
Hoşgörüsüzlüğün ve haksızlığın ötesinde,
Acımasızlığın ve amaçsızlığın ötesinde,
İlgisizliğin ve umutsuzluğun ötesinde,
bir yer var, orada buluşacağım seninle.
Zekânın ve cehaletin ötesinde,
Bir gün gel, artık bekletme.”

My America fosters the
spirit of self-correction,
Your America lies in the
continuation of exploitation.

My England lives in a willful
drive for making amends,
Your England lies in deliberate
denial of historic mess.

My Australia battles to
assimilate those once wronged,
Your Australia boasts proudly
atrocious plunders as tradition.

My India is the most radiant
beacon of multiculturalism,
Your India is a septic tank
of prehistoric nationalism.

I wish I could tell you, you and I
are the same, but we are not.
My earth is a celebration of people,
Your earth is chained to dead customs.

When natives are treated alien,
and aliens take over as master,
cultures uprooted by legal decree,
honor is stolen as spoils of war,

empires erected on blood and bones,
when prosperity is rooted in plunder,
homes are stripped of hopes and dreams,
violations feed the palace of blunder,

when baboons are adorned with bootleg,
each rock is drenched in bloodshed,
when festivities thrive on thievery,
correction is cursed as blasphemous,

defying the delirium of king and country,
rise and stand human against imperial larceny.

Yankee dongle crossed the pond,
sailing on a ship called Mayflower.
He plucked and tucked a feather in cap,
and called himself the lone ranger.

Yankee dongle made many westerns,
to maintain the narrative in favor.
Propaganda is a key apparatus,
when you’re out to roam as killers.

Yankee dongle ran away from home,
he had trouble with his tyrant father.
So he sought out a land of his own,
where he was the new face of terror.

Yankee dongle is his father’s son,
same vision, but 100 times the cunning.
Thus, while his father is losing grip,
pilgrim spirit continues transgressing.