The Leader Forgave, they say. Forgave whom? They drink urine believing it holy water

 The Leader

Forgave, they say.

Forgave whom?

The children.

To say even that,

without shame.

A man who has, without pause,

committed only grave mistakes—

mistakes an entire nation

could never forgive—

grants his land and its people

this strange act of forgiveness.

Those who have done nothing

but pile up wrongs

now forgive

those who did no wrong.

A new-age

new method.

A new drama.

Applause

from among their own ranks.

The blind devotees

who understand nothing—

what else can they do?

Even hollow words,

solemnly delivered

over fifteen days,

get applause.

Hollow things

float like this.

To shed crocodile tears

also takes fifteen days…

And that too,

crocodile tears

shed while “forgiving”

a small child…

Has an old man

sunk this low?

Then again,

he and his circle

are not forgiving at all—

they are lying in wait

for another opportunity.

Lying in wait

for another chance.

“Forgiving”—

this hollow word

is just the new name

given to lying in wait for a chance.

New words

spoken while setting a trap,

waiting to pin something

on someone, someday.

That he is ignorant

is one thing—

but he has now proven

he is shameless too.

This is the state of those

who have made

only deceit and cruelty

their path and their creed.

What a terrible state.

The state of those so degraded

they’d think a banyan tree

sprouting from their own backside

gives shade.

Those who understand nothing,

who drink urine

believing it holy water,

find in that very degradation

divinity and grace.