Winds of hatred
blowing through my beloved land
turn it into an arid desert
of suspicion and mistrust
the warp and the weft
of the multihued tapestry torn asunder
by the jagged knife of divisive forces
jingoism running rampant
a silent multitude cowers helplessly
while those armed with high decibels
mutilate and scar the truth
my battered and bruised motherland
writhing naked shamefacedly
is in dire need of spiritual covering and cleansing
it foolishly exported to the west.
~ Punam Sharma
India
I’ve always loved this since I first read it. It’s so relevant ?