Power sets the culture. Power sets the tune.

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Each night is raging with fire and flame

I promise I give you back the food

stolen from our plate.

Tortured and tormented, violence in continuum

unresolved, uncorrected.

I am not afraid to be angry.

The eyes I am born with looking up

dark night devours all,

I give you the leash, the voice.

Each wound I polish on the secret stone

shines in false light: there is nostalgia too.

I protest day and night,

There is an uproar you can lean against.

the city is indifferent the way it was centuries ago.

I am not afraid to be black

The stone walls scribble: alleys are filled

with future alphabets.

All those songs never stop for a moment.

A certain beauty is waiting on the street

with something that cares, that cultivates.

we lay ourselves under the new light.

By Gopal Lahiri

From: India

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