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Literature, Poetry

Democratic Ass

Posted: January 31, 2019 at 5:05 pm   /   by   /   comments (0)

They kicked from the left and right
Some political rascals slapped every day
Older slaves to the power machine
Rubbed their ugly hands dreaming of ejaculation.
Their old mistresses couldn’t prod their plastic emotion anymore.
Soldiers bayoneted my innocent ass before puberty.

On both sides of the border I am unwanted.

Hurriedly I crossed the border. Landed in shinny shanty
Arranged by UNHCR or some NGOs.
My dignity sprawls on the translucent walls of the refugee camp
And my ass reclines on the makeshift bed thinking of the boot marks.
Scars and bruises lay snug amid the UN blanket.
My ass takes the local denigration every day.
Unmanned drones hover on my ass and take pictures
In the name of protection. My ass puts up with every torment and dilemma.

On the bus, on the train, on the boat, on the plane
Neutrally my ass embraces hatred, groping and gaze.
My ass fairly leaves invisible comments  on the gazers
My ass is more democratic than your democracy.

 

30 January 2019
Savar, Dhaka

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