George Orwell

They discuss it colonialism and post-colonialism And call it a modern critical canon Which after hearing it, Laugh I As the White man’s burden Wanted you yourself to disown and dislodge it While shooting an elephant, Trying to appease the exotic crowd, A sahib you under the hat, With a rifle or a revolver And in marking the other officers Lamenting it not As for the death of some Indian coolies Trampled by the elephant. The other matter of apathy is this, they understand it not even now The legacy of the fact, The present state govt. and the people of the town That you were born in India’s, Bihar, Motihari, A tiny town, Lived for a year in a white man’s bungalow Before departing for England With your mother and sister As your father used to work as an agent Under the opium department. Orwell, I can still see you, feel you Going through your Animal Farm,1984, Burmese Days, A writer born here, Before departing for England.