Mohandas Karamchand

“Generations to come will scarcely believe that such a one as this walked the earth in flesh and blood.” —Albert Einstein Who? Who? Who? Mahatma. Sorry no. Truth. Non-violence. Stop it. Enough taboo. That trash is long overdue. You need a thorough review. Your tax-free salt stimulated our wounds We gonna sue you, the Congress shoe. Gone half-cuckoo, you called us names, You dubbed us pariahs—“Harijans” goody-goody guys of a bigot god Ram Ram Hey Ram—boo. Don’t ever act like a holy saint. we can see through you, impure you. Remember, how you dealt with your poor wife. But, they wrote your books, they made your life. They stuffed you up, the imposter true. And sew you up—filled you with virtue and gave you all that glossy deeds enough reason we still lick you. You knew, you bloody well knew, Caste won’t go, they wouldn’t let it go. It haunts us now, the way you do with a spooky stick, a eerie laugh or two. But they killed you, the naked you, your blood with mud was gooey goo. Sadist fool, you killed your body many times before this too. Bapu, bapu, you big fraud, we hate you. (First published in The Little Magazine)