Bikhandankari Kabita— by an Ungrateful SoB
"Be proud! ", you say, " Of this never conquered land" "How lucky you are to have birthed in the land of the Buddha" "Of having shared the roof with the towering Everest! " "Be grateful to the Kings that built this proud nation! " You didn't have your language forced off of you Your culture stripped off, History torn apart, burned and trampled on You didn''t have your story rewritten to nothingness You didn't have your blood shed into a river Only to be valued less than a drop of water You didn't have your skin fleshed threadbare to the bones And had it replaced with that of the oppressors And, yet when I say I only want as much as what had been snatched away, That I want to stand shoulder to shoulder, That no more will I crawl beneath you, That no more will I be kept silent You call me a traitor, You brand me an inciter of violence in this garden of peace, In this garden of "unity in diversit