Sculpture by Kwame-Bamfo / The National Memorial for Peace and Justice
Social Injustice ~ 3 Poems
by Aju Mukopadhyay
Slavery is Still Forced on Africa
Tagore wrote towards the end of his life’s journey
In deep sympathy for the pristine and innocent Africa’s ignominy
That when under the shades of big trees she used to hide
When her humanity was unknown outside
They came, the man catchers, with iron shackles
With fingernails sharper than African wolves, among the rabbles
Newcomers, blinder than the sunless African forests gloomy
Shameless, they stood naked inhuman and shoddy
With pride of the great and civilized
Marked with insult the body of African history
Sharp nails in their paws having utilized.
Tagore was vocal mainly against the tortures
Of innocent humans by the greedy marauding barbers
Who occupied all native lands with minerals illegally
Making the humans slaves gradually;
Chained slaves were sent to the West forcibly
Exposing the ill designs of the civilized
Inhuman torture of the black Negro by his white master
Tarnished the name of Western culture.
Kentucky boy George vehemently punished Legree as did he utter,
“After all, what a fuss, for a dead nigger!”
Penitent George over the grave of Uncle Tom promised,
“Witness, eternal God! . . . Oh witness that from this hour
To drive out the curse of slavery from my land
I will do what one man can.”
History recorded long struggle against the system Apartheid
Martin Luther King (junior) and Nelson Mandela were in the lead:
But never has the slavery been entirely abolished.
The same man catchers are there with the same mindset brutish
Who slave ambitious Africans who try to migrate to Europe
Robbing them through their agents of all their hopes
Kidnapping, torturing, repeatedly selling them causing serious grief
While extracting ransoms from their relatives;
Able bodied educated Africans in Libya are condemned like thieves
Compelled to work without pay, compelled to live in constant fear
Auctioned like chattels, sold and resold from one militia to another.
This time they don’t wish to take such burdens to their territories
But fix slave owners to do the work from other countries.
© Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2019
Innocent Children are the Largest Victims
No blood would ooze out if cut by blade
No flesh below to sink, nothing inside shakes
Bare bones protruding here and there like spikes
Vacant look in the eyes
Yet the body breathes and survives;
Skeleton like children of Somalia, one of the African tribes;
Somalia carries the most pathetic tableau in the world stage;
Three fourth of its children below two are anaemic
and large numbers are stunted below five years in age
Yet, each mother can’t resist giving birth to six, seven children though sick!
High temperature, polluted water, inadequate housing and sanitation
Poor infrastructure added to their plight makes the poor Africans
Chased by the changed climate and the natural calamities
Fighting among themselves, vulnerable to many a tropical disease
Some of them are obese too who wait for more ways to suffer
Poor healthcare system compelling them to incur
Huge out of pocket expenses pushing millions of Africans
To the path of poverty and indignity, mostly among the Nigerians;
Paucity of doctors and health centres add salt to their wounds
As some age old dreadful superstitions surround.
Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2018
Evil and Suffering
(Dedicated to the Memory of Aruna Shanbaug)
Karuna, a beautiful nurse with a mother’s heart
Used to take minute care of patients in her ward
In a Mumbai hospital
Her services to the patients befitted her name
Full of understanding full of compassion
For each one the same;
But during the wee hours of the morning
When everything waits for a change
She was alone changing her uniform
At the end of the night shift preparing to go home
All on a sudden with an iron chain throttled
She was wantonly attacked by a sweeper
Who she rebuked verbally during the night
For some negligence in duty which she forgot as usual
Like all seniors chiding an erring subordinate
For an offence casual;
She was sexually attacked by the lustful creature perverted
Raped and sodomized so brutally that she became paralyzed
Left in a vegetal state, victim of revenge
Found lying in a pool of blood
Without a vision without a word.
A nubile, she was to be married a week hence to her lover
Who would aptly adore her, such an exquisite flower;
But instead of him she was force-loved by the inhuman brute
Virtually killing her up to the root.
This happened in 1973 since when she remained
Brain-injured, blind, deaf and mute
Inert and steel
Until fifteenth year after the new millennium;
All appeals for Euthanasia
Were rejected by the court without consideration minimum
Rejoicing the sanctity of the Dry Law like ambrosia;
She remained in the same hospital
Without a taste and sense of life in a state vegetal
A cynosure to all her patients and colleagues regular.
Brain injury must have reduced her suffering utmost
But the very joy of life having been lost
It was immaterial how long she lived
In a life like death though survived
Receiving utmost cruelty in return
For her love and sympathy for patients
From a rare rudimentary devilish fiend.
His punishment was not at all to his crime commensurate
But punishment would not reduce the evil in man and its threat.
Evil is a worm lives in man inflicts injury and suffering
Its shape, volume and power in each human
In degrees differing
Corrodes the progress of its owner
Brings havoc in the life of the others
It gets the most vibrant support from the dirtiest shelters.
© Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2018/2019