Little Shoodra whispered : Mr President, please
Keep it under your wig, but put the feelers out
Ask, hush-hush, if the Pak really want peace
Sit round a table, negotiate, shuffle things about

Bad Haircut let the cat out of the bag
Slip of the tongue, or a deliberate leak?
Most Powerful Tan in the World, willing to blag
To mediate, to listen to each side squeak

Strategic partner, who will generate maximum profit
Fight our proxy wars, destabilise, and police the region
Milk the sacred cow, and leave behind a sack of shit
Our credentials without a doubt, our motives beyond question

Cat out of the bag, the dung hit the fan
Splatter, splatter … the parliament was in uproar
“ Shoodra, walk your peachy ass here, pronto, and explain
Underhand wheeling-dealing, and bending over like a whore ”.

Silence … silence … running around like a headless chicken
“ Save me, save me, even I cannot handle a knob this big
Save my creamy life, please, my sphincter is panic-stricken ”.
Kautilya’s student picked up a shovel and began to dig

Divert and rule, works without fail to bamboozle
Our election-winning strategy is to incite the mob
Gas cylinders, petrol, pour hate through the nozzle
Targeting the scapegoat Muslim always does the job

Remove the Three-Seventy fig leaf, bare our sharp teeth
Send in extra troops to make a total of nine hundred thousand
Smother the Kashmiris, they must ask permission to breathe
Cut off the internet, every lifeline, every right to their own land

Go out there and flex your fifty-six inch chest
Make flowery speeches, threaten the Pak with total war
Buy Kashmiri land, marry white Kashmiri girls, we are blest
Hindutva rule by any means, all is fair in love and war

‘ Bollywood loves Israel, and Israel loves Bollywood ‘
You love Hitler, you love Mussolini, you practise fascism
Israeli weapons, training, role model, business is good
Ask the Israelis if worshiping Hitler counts as anti-semitism?

Money is yahweh, anything, anyone can be bought and sold
Palestine, the Middle East, Kashmir, all are Muslim
Join forces with the Nazi Hindoo, sell the template, solid gold
Wherever you find a Muslim, do everything to screw him

Little Shoodra, you got your frilly knickers in a twist
Wear a sari in public like you do behind closed doors
Designer clothes, spruced up to the hilt, love your shopping list
Cameras, flashing lights, you love to be on all fours

You spread lies, you spread hate, you spread violence
Fifty-six is your IQ, fifty-six inches is your height
Be man enough to admit you spread the vaseline
Come out of the closet, step naked into the light

Those closest to the ground ache to reach up for the sky
Little Shoodra, you are there to serve the three guys above you
You hate the fact you are born low and have to kiss so high
The Dalit grabbing at your heels to constantly remind you

That’s why you strangle the foreign leaders in a Magic Huggy
“ Love me! Love me! I am your equal in every way ”.
Greasy wog, oiled up, curry breath, repulsively smelly
They cringe, hold their noses, wishing they could run away

Cow slaughter is wrong but human lynching is alright
Israeli inspired concentration camps to exterminate the poor
The weak, disenfranchised, the Darkies, all are in your sight
The flames will not douse no matter how much water you pour

Removing Three-Seventy now applies to each and every state
Trying to be too clever, numbskull, you have set in motion
( Sieg Heil, Fuhrer, you too have ended up in a bunker of hate )
A chain of events, a chainsaw, that will slice up the nation

No matter how many times you are ‘ reincarnated ‘
Trader? No. Warrior? No. You will NEVER be a Brahmin
Your past, present, and future are done and dusted
Shudra, brew a cup of tea, and drink to the hole you are in.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.