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The First Crime Against Humanity | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations

9/11 destroyed two bustling buildings,
Mayflower destroyed a living continent.
You cannot conceive a nation in liberty
by wiping out a living civilization.

Crime against first nations is
the first crime against humanity.

“I ain’t a mystic, just nature at its peak.” Abhijit Naskar, The Humanitarian Dictator

Over the past few years one change has taken over my writing. It’s that I no longer write from thought. Almost everything I write today is the result of subconscious grinding. In fact, these days I make it a point to not write from thought, particularly because things written from thought never quite embody the magic of my naturally flowing spring of words. Initially my writings contained occasional natural gems, bridged by materials from thought, particularly my early works of prose. But nowadays, it’s like some invisible force does the actual writing – the complete writing, I only take dictations. Perhaps I’ve gotten lazy, or perhaps the outside has gotten lazy, for the inside has come alive. The thinker has given in, for the seer has come alive. This ain’t mysticism, just the genius of nature. I ain’t a mystic, just nature at its peak.

Refugees & Colonizers (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations

Refugees carry culture,
Colonizers carry infection.
Colonizers are the virus,
Refugees are civilization.

Refugees live on hope,
Colonizers thrive on greed.
Refugees dream of acceptance,
Colonizers dream supremacy.

Refugees are the true free and brave,
they carry within the silver lining.
There’s nothing brave about genocide,
no matter the whitewashed thanksgiving.

Refugees are practicing healers,
living testament of wounds to ointment.
Colonizers are proof of darwinism,
that from monkeys comes the human race.

Inevitable Human (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator

Failure is inevitable,
Defeat is optional.
Suffering is inevitable,
Self pity is optional.

Ridicule is inevitable,
Bitterness is optional.
Treachery is inevitable,
Vendetta is optional.

Heartbreak is inevitable,
Heartlessness is optional.
Ignorance is inevitable,
Bigotry is optional.

Biases are inevitable,
Prejudice is optional.
Amidst indecisive animals,
stand human inevitable!

Afterlight Sonnet | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator (First Drop)

Forget about afterlife,
focus on afterlight,
light that is left behind,
by your deeds of life.

We need to paint the world human,
not red, blue or red, white and blue.
We need to stretch our mind unchained,
if the human is to ever come true.

Lever of life is believer of life,
Fever of love is fervor of love.
Speak truth where truth is needed,
but to those in pain give a little hug.

Never give a lecture unless you’re asked,
Encyclopedias bear facts, not meaning.
Measure of truth is the good it does,
Truth without heart is bigotry supreme.

Deutschland über alles (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations

If the germans have no right
to take pride in their past,
neither do the british
or the americans.

In fact, the scale of british and american
atrocities, surpasses the SS many folds.
‘Deutschland über alles’ is ‘jingle bells’,
compared to british and american holocaust.

Yet germany had the human decency
to dump its horrific national anthem,
while colonial pride is still dominant,
across much of america and england.

Radical inhumanity warrants radical reparations,
a concept yet foreign to Buck House and Uncle Sam.
When you are the largest manufacturer of massacre,
making amends should be your existential anthem.

“My life is the best book I’ve written, rest are just spoils of my pilgrimage.” Abhijit Naskar, The Divine Refugee

My soldiers are my gift to cosmos,
archaic narrowness is no match for them.
I got martyred in the making of a life,
to shine as beacon for generations to come.

My life is the best book I’ve written,
Rest are just spoils of my pilgrimage.
Embark as explorer transcending words,
Service to the world is truest of homage.

Get so drunk with incorruptibility,
you emerge a walking Wardencliffe.
Get so drunk with accountability,
no Rorschach can analyze your spirit.

Today’s choice is tomorrow’s instinct,
Choose peace today, tomorrow it’s norm.
Yesterday’s choice is today’s instinct,
Give in to hate, and the jungle goes on.

Baa Baa White Sheep (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations

Baa baa white sheep,
have you any wool!
Yes sir, yes sir,
London tower full.

Pull it over your eyes,
or weave it into blanket.
All stink of blood and blunder,
a scent second not even to crumpet.

Imperials rise upon indigenous fall,
declaring themselves as light-bringer.
Native tears form kohinoor on the crown,
Blood is but cologne to the colonizer.

Not all of colonial descent are colonizer,
but those who take pride in the past are.
To these animal ghosts of the human world,
no matter your ethnicity send a get well card.

Humanitarian Wildfire (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee

Naskareans can come from any field of life,
many are nerds, some athletes, others artists.
All united by a common humanitarian vision,
all standing unbent for humane advancement.

I’ve even left some modest material of fiction,
for the naskarean filmmakers of the future.
Then there is the fathomless dimension of sonnets,
add some music and you’re a naskarean composer.

I have left behind something for everyone,
no matter your walk of life or taste of heart.
Show me a spark of social responsibility,
I shall turn it into humanitarian wildfire.

Naskar Syndrome (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee

If you value mission over money,
you got the Naskar syndrome.
If you value mind over machine,
you got the Naskar syndrome.

Value listening over scrolling,
and you got the Naskar syndrome.
If you value behavior over belief,
you got the Naskar syndrome.

If you value rights over ritual,
you got the Naskar syndrome.
If you value life over doctrine,
you got the Naskar syndrome.

Rise, revolt and roar for reform,
then you are my soldier of dawn.
Awake, aspire, and ascend in light,
then you are my fulfilled vision.