Wall of Shame!
For decades stood there in the village a wall
built with bricks of shame and tears of dalits.
Keeping in exile senses of mutual trust and honor
the upper caste built the wall, parading airs of supremacy.
A long and huge wall-- it wasn’t built by cement, but
by unjust and unruly ethics-- hatred being the Mason.
Poor dalits, mute they became seeing the wall in their way;
resigned timidly to their cell of subservience … a bequest
they got from the Varnas. “It’s another albatross on our neck”
muttered the Dalits wrenching their hands in despair.
Happy they became when down went the wall of shame.
For, in its debris they saw no stones and bricks, but
the pride and arrogance of a haughty caste.
To the ground gone the village wall, but yet to go from
our minds is the sturdy wall of casteism, which
we still keep for revenge.
[A sturdy wall that was built across a village in South India which blocked the lower-castes to have access to the main road was recently demolished.]
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