LEVEL

What is your level, let me ask you?

The man who claims he works so hard,

That no one can reach the level you are at.

You look down upon those who help,

In ways you cannot even grasp,

And then try to throw money,

It's as if it justifies every dig you've made in jest.

I never asked your caste,

But you felt inferior about that, didn’t you?

What makes you think your status

Gives you the right to bring others down,

When you seek empathy for your choices,

And the ways you fall?

You boast about reading from different sources,

But did you actually even read the history of your own land?

Or do you justify the actions of those,

Who took in slaves just because they could?

You wear royal colours stamped on your foreign pass,

But don’t you forget,

A lot of those you think are beneath you,

Died to protect the people of the motherland.

How dare you say that sexual assault is something only faced by Indian women,

And Indian women are psycho in terms of that?

When you, who lacked basic sex education,

Flaunt your right to demean without any care,

How about that?

I wouldn’t have brought these to light if you had shown humility.

In fact, it was your insistence on tearing others down

That made me stand my ground.

Think twice before you call anyone by a derogatory name,

For respect is what holds us on this sacred land.