two Americans and three Indians
Came to my house.yesterday.
Four of them were men
And one of them a woman
They were all shedding blood
I asked the Americans , “ What
Happened to you?” Our fellow
White Americans fired at us”
Why? “I asked most innocently”
They said, ‘we fought indiscrimination
Against the blacks and for their equality”
I asked the Indians, Why are all bleeding?
“The religious fanatics belonging to our
Religion fired at us’ .The two Indian men said.
A Sikh fanatic shot at me indiscriminately”
He was my own body Guard too.”
The Indian woman said painfully.
Coincidentally all the five came
From the two great democracies
Democracy means” killing the
Great leaders and shedding their blood.”
I woke up from the dream
But I had the great opportunity
Of talking to five noble souls
- Author: JVL NARASIMHA RAO (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 1st, 2011 11:35
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
Fascinating satirical dream. Quite a correct assessment of the two, I think. I like how you expressed it. Very well done.
Thank you dear Cheeky
yoursJVL
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