Tuesday, July 4, 2023

Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla

Tuesday, July 4, 2023

Stanford, my love

Our Indian family has a belief

Like any Indian

Tuesday is a deadly day.

Our forefathers believed in it.

Your Indian grandparents believed in it.

But not your dad.

Daddy never believed in superstitions or blind beliefs.

But that German gynecologist took your life on Tuesday.

People who believe in draconian ideologies have survived for hundreds of years.

But people like us who believe in truth and justice are dying too soon.

They killed you inside your mom’s womb.

Whether they are Germans or Arabs, they are united against our blacks.

That racism killed you, my love.

Hitler died long ago, but his blood is omnipresent.

Nietzsche had died, but his blood was omnipotent.

Arabs worship Nietzsche.

Germans pamper Muslims.

Indians killed your elder brother for being the son of an untouchable father.

Germans and Arabs killed you for being the son of a black mother and an untouchable father.

Whether German, European, or American

Both pamper Muslims at the cost of truth and rationality.

Finally, we blacks are victims of them.

  • Author: Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2023 03:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: Dr. Suryaraju Mattimalla: "Justice for my son Stanford" Love, Truth, and Justice For Stanford #JusticeForStanfordSuryarajuMattimalla #JohnRawlsianVoiceForStanford #NancyFraserianVoiceForStanford #GandhianVoiceForStanford Dear Hon’ble Chancellor A German gynecologist vaccinated my African wife Repevax on June 28, 2023, in the Bajuwarenstr., 1A asylum camp, Regensburg, which killed my son on July 2 or 3. @Bundeskanzler @BMG_Bund @POTUS @guardian @nytimes @lemondefr @elpaisinenglish @derspiegel @spiegelonline @SPIEGEL_English @EUCourtPress @amnesty @UN @hrw @UNHumanRights @NATO @EU_Commission @UNGeneva
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