I Am India

You took a butcher's carving knife 

Amputated my arms left and right

Shrunk me in size, drew boundary lines with blood spills, following the genocide

Dividing peoples, with a purpose in mind

And that purpose was served, by sowing

Seeds of mistrust; creating a rift in the Indian subcontinent, that once stood united.

You ruled over me for over two hundred years

Raped, plundered, looted, what was mine,

Crippling my economy, while you prospered.

I am the brightest jewel in your crown and

You never wanted to leave my shores

Till I rose up in arms demanding freedom.

You may claim to have given me railroads, bridges, education, industry, electricity, 

But that doesn't compensate for tipping the scales in your favor.  

One day in the near future, my citizen will

Be your prime minister, the only difference will

Be there will be no 'et to you 'et to a brute?'

As in Julius Ceasar, for my people know

Not to take revenge on one another.