Following the Rules by MJ Logue

I am not a silent poet

When my son goes to school

They have rules.

They say – be kind.

Share with other people.

Look after each other, and play gently.

Be careful.

Be mindful.

Tell the truth, and if you hurt someone, say sorry.

Hugs are good.

Work hard, and do your best, and be proud of your good work.

My boy is seven.

When he is grown up, the world will teach him

To forget those rules.

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Your Only Death by Ananya S Guha

I am not a silent poet

Now, Gauri Lankesh

what was your sin?

being a woman

a journalist ?

In India we mime rape

we love women in closets

then lust

now Gauri my dear

why didn’t anyone rescue you?

because you are ( were) not a cow?

They have got guts these revenge mongers

their guts are hidden in bloated stomachs

are you weeping for them?

Are they laughing their guts, sorry stomachs out?

Now, Gauri Lankesh tell our women not to be afraid

and our men to weep, while protecting the cow

tell women to fight with fistful of tears

Now that they have shot you, seven times I hear

near your house, we will make it a temple

so that these cow herds can come pray, chant

But you were not Muslim

I wonder why they killed you.

..

Chant. Chant. Chant. Pray

Gauri Lankesh emerge out of your coffin

in the second…

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