Why am I hated by Hindu high caste?

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Why am I hated by Hindu high caste?

Why throat choked, sharp blade-slashed?

Why my skull summarily smashed?

 

Why the invective, why the insult?

Sectarian sentences from Vedic cult:

sadistic smirks, tragic end result…

 

Lynchings, rapes, and acid attacks,

hear hyena howl, murderous pack –

bullied untouchables daren’t fight back.

 

I’m Brahma-damned Dalit,

my sandals sink in putrid pits,

I  purify streets of “high status” shit.

 

Garland Modi with fragrant flowers,

encourage Aryan political powers,

hunt low caste – then cleanse in showers…

 

Many Dalit deaths: justice long-denied,

Jesus also despised, flayed, crucified;

but on white horses the righteous will ride.

 

https://edition.cnn.com/2016/07/25/asia/india-dalit-caste-women/index.html

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I’m not saying bikes are better

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Let’s swap our seated places,

quit honking horns and pulling faces,

let’s all extend some kinder graces.

 

Lets both not break red stop lights,

let’s not trump wrongs against rights,

let’s pray none have to say last rites.

 

Let’s both apply our brakes and gears,

let all admit their faults and fears,

let’s show appreciation: say “cheers”.

 

Four wheels good but two wheels best

your left hand turns make me stressed:

cycling should be required for test.

 

We cyclists have no windows, nor roof,

ride tall in saddle but not aloof:

cyclists skulls aren’t shatterproof.

 

I’m not saying bikes are better,

I’m not condemning the carburettor –

we’re neither road royalty, nor beggar!

Lawrence Coster: The Apostle of Printing (c. 1420)

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Included in your crowded CV list:

candle-maker, auditor, and catechist;

by Dutch canals you wooed your beau,

setting her heart and mind aglow.

 

Then lone-seated, under willows etched,

slowly your sharp knife blade sketched

lovers initials on a branch, sharp incisions

birthed more than mere lover’s vision.

 

Betrothal present then parchment-wrapped,

cyphers sang in secret, cellulose sap

oozed out from peeled willow wood,

craftsman claimed such imprint good.

 

Later printed bible, salvation story told,

broke asunder all spiritual strangleholds:

people set free from sin and serf slavery,

freedom preached with godly bravery.

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Laurens Janszoon Coster (c. 1370, Haarlem, the Netherlands – c. 1440), or Laurens Jansz Koster, is the name of a purported inventor of a printing press from Haarlem. He allegedly invented printing simultaneously with Johannes Gutenberg and is regarded by some in the Netherlands as having invented printing first. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laurens_Janszoon_Coster