Kalyan Raman کلیان راماں · @kalyanasc
19th Nov 2014 from TwitLonger
My #translation of a poem by ND Rajkumar
A mob picks up the green sword
And places it suggestively
Between us and our sorcerer-king.
Another crowd puts on
Their caste robes, climbs to the top
Of palm trees; and stationed there,
Delivers diatribes against our people.
Do not grab hold of us and destroy
Our will to struggle, by raising false slogans.
Go away, just go—we stomp our feet
Like demons to thwart their ploys.
We alone will write on your behalf.
So you must simply lie here,
Stuffing cocks into your mouths—
Twirling and thrusting thus
Their tongues honed to sharpness
And dripping with venom, the ash-smeared gods
Come marching down yet another
Flank, dressed in their sacred threads.