We are a tribe of the savage
Violence suits us fine
Not seldom
We turn into shameful beasts
In wild rage.

Killing, destroying, rioting mobs honing skills at genocide
Surge up to reach the lowliest heights
Mercy, tell me
Aren’t we heir to
Gandhi’s legacy
Or are we a nation of hypocrites
With psychopaths to lead us and guide?

Divided deep down
By caste, creed and what not
Pretending some esoteric unity of sorts
Calling ourselves Indians
Donning a tricolor gown.

This then follows and makes sense
Our identity is in fact
An ultimate pretence!