The world can go about celebrating their victories all they want. There were only moments of sheer sadness that enveloped me. While everyone around commemorated their liberty, I tucked myself into a corner to welcome slow and steady depression. It was the ruthlessness of it all; the horrific history of why we were victorious in the first place.
What good has our country’s independence done for us? What, besides broken families and heartbreaking stories of torture and rebellion amidst the innocent people? It’s patriotism, they say. Do they not know; are they oblivious to all else that sure seems un-pretty?
Would I wear my country’s flag and dance about in such frivolous merry when I see my country still stands in a third world? The corrupt politicians wear smiles on their faces whilst our countrymen wear daggers over their hearts against those who are but their brothers. Do I make merry because this piece of God’s land was handed over to some dirty fools to whom power was the next of kin?
I understand I put a bitter lemon in all the good cheer. But do we rejoice because a few good men fought for a country that could have prospered well enough had it maintained its ground? Mahesh Bhatt says: ‘Freedom is a precious feeling’. For us, freedom is the front desk to hypocrisy. The fight for freedom was in actual the upward step to popularity and so they went on with their moping yarns of extricating themselves from a country that needed independence from only the white folk.
From then on, the brutality beamed and the blood made lines on sweaty foreheads. How frantic the land might be to find such color in its core as the crimson departed from the people’s hearts, surging rivers on the dusty parchments or wet grasses. Will my green undo the redness of what was?
What good has our country’s independence done for us? What, besides broken families and heartbreaking stories of torture and rebellion amidst the innocent people? It’s patriotism, they say. Do they not know; are they oblivious to all else that sure seems un-pretty?
Would I wear my country’s flag and dance about in such frivolous merry when I see my country still stands in a third world? The corrupt politicians wear smiles on their faces whilst our countrymen wear daggers over their hearts against those who are but their brothers. Do I make merry because this piece of God’s land was handed over to some dirty fools to whom power was the next of kin?
I understand I put a bitter lemon in all the good cheer. But do we rejoice because a few good men fought for a country that could have prospered well enough had it maintained its ground? Mahesh Bhatt says: ‘Freedom is a precious feeling’. For us, freedom is the front desk to hypocrisy. The fight for freedom was in actual the upward step to popularity and so they went on with their moping yarns of extricating themselves from a country that needed independence from only the white folk.
From then on, the brutality beamed and the blood made lines on sweaty foreheads. How frantic the land might be to find such color in its core as the crimson departed from the people’s hearts, surging rivers on the dusty parchments or wet grasses. Will my green undo the redness of what was?
