We Need Legions of Traitors Like Stans
Father Stan Swamy, not a mere voice of the voiceless,
he, a priest who ‘leapt out the walls of the Church
and made the people his religion.
Unsteady with advanced stage of Parkinson’s,
A frail and ailing elderly man,
imprisoned, denied bail time and again,
even for a sipper he had to set eyes to court.
Cold-blooded murder at Taloja prison.
of course, he was a traitor—his oneness with poor tribals
is an open testimony to his treachery!
And we need legions of traitors like Stans
who can speak truth to power,
let millions of traitors bloom
and fill our arid lands with singing springs.
Toothless patriots, sewed lips, chameleons,
crows, rats, pigs, and rotten tomatoes by the roadsides
I have seen much.
I know why the caged birds still sing,
And I know why the free birds oil feathers after each bath.