Blasphemers In Nook and Cranny

by Badri Raina, January 15, 2011


Who is bringing the earth to terminal grief–

blood-dripping war-mongers or blasphemers?

globalised looters or blasphemers?

racist imperialists or blasphemers?

the Brahmins of the world, or blasphemers?

The blasphemers, of course;

the other ones always have god

on their side, have they not?

And they are everywhere:

termites eating into the nooks

and crannies of the new world order

that  the honest foot-soldiers of

Faith and Finance

work so hard to build

for those whom god loves.

Thus is it that we must be clear

about how blasphemers inter-connect,

far and near, in bold public square,

on Facebook, or Twitter—

spaces we made available,

so the world could be made stable

for salvation  through  profit-making ;

they think the progress we furnish

is simply for the taking.

Thus also the need for  liquidation

if  Liquidity is to be protected

for the global Corporation.

No greater blasphemers than those

who transgress

what we have designated blasphemous.

A Salman Taseer in Pindi,

or a Giffords in Arizona,

a Chavez in Caracas,

or a Muslim in Poona,

a Dalit in India,

or a Christian in Alexandria,

a cloutless woman anywhere

who dares the paterfamilia,

a Naxal in Chattisgarh,

or an Assange in London,

this avalanche of renegades

the world must abandon

to authorized assassins

and outsourced agents,

if the way is to be cleared

for the latter-day regents

of Faith and Finance,

of Values and Morals,

to do the blood-dance

that may bring laurels

to god and his prophets,

to corporates and armies,

to priests, pundits, and mullahs

who  bless and bolster all these.

Thus, have at them, blasphemers—

they are all red;

have at them, have at them,

they are best dead.

Socrates was one such,

and what was done to him

saved the world for merchandize

and Capitalism.

And Capitalism unsung by Faith

is never a safe bet;

small minds that question this

offer the biggest threat.

Thus Capital’s drones and  Religion’s goons,

they have a job to do,

a job no less than to save the world

from a mere me and you

that blaspheme unthinkingly

on the side of the  human crew.

 

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