Can the Untouchable Speak?

Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla

 

I am a born human
But they made me untouchable.
When they made me untouchable
Everything became untouchable till my death.
Love is my untouchable; life is my untouchable.
Water is my untouchable; space is my untouchable.
Soil is my untouchable; dust is my untouchable.
Cremation is my untouchable; humanity is my untouchable.
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Go vegan!---Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla, Poet, Vegan
  • Author: Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2024 02:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: “Never Again, 2010, July 4, 2023”. 2010 is the year my first unnamed baby was a victim of honor killing in India. It is Hindu terrorism against humanity. July 4, 2023, is the date when my second baby boy, Stanford Suryaraju Mattimalla, was killed by a forceful vaccination by a German gynecologist in Germany. A German gynecologist vaccinated my African wife Repevax on June 28, 2023, in the Bajuwarenstr., 1A asylum camp, Regensburg, which killed my son, Stanford Suryaraju Mattimalla, on July 2 or 3.
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