Ratata kiyanna — Belt it out loud at
The primitive five senses of
a nation, which in the month of May, when it cleanses
Itself of all sins, terrorists and all
Other sights of enlightenment inside a shopping mall:
Swarna channel’s sing-song news desk
Shows an item where a couple caught stealing
a Cadju packet from a store,
Are being beaten without thought; without feeling,
Till blood spurts out raw.
Ratatama kiyanna — for it tells us more
About what the nation is than
Swarna’s own ethic-less turds would know.
Till blood, caught stealing a cadju packet from a store.
How poor we are. How ignorant, without blood in our bones.
No — backboneless TV channel, your petty footage
To sauce up the dinner of your 8 o’ clock belt,
As opposed to what you prefer not to show, of
Greater thieving magpies that your finer parts felt
Is not news to us, sadly; ratatama kiyanna.
This is the place where we are in.
This is our time and
Hour of truth.