May Day, 2017

So crushing is the oppression,
look where you will,
that every hand is bloodied
That robs the honest till.

Sylllables of hope seem limp
against the squeeze of perfidy;
those that still sing of love
are like corals in the sea.

May be the waters will yet arise
to sink the Pharos of our day;
May be legions of little men
will unleash from this May.

A fury that no force may stop,
fuelled by wrath of the just;
May be the sweat of the honest brow
will satiate a righteous thirst.

Badri Raina