We turned the rain acid
And kept them indoors with smartphones and tuitions.
We drained the aquifers
And taught them that water comes in tankers.
Burnt the forests
And gave them palm oil cosmetics to pretty themselves
Poisoned the oceans and the land
And gave them vitamin supplements
We made air visible at AQI 600
And promoted nebulisers.
We cut the trees
And taught them carbon sequestration properties of the Metro.
We sent them to school to give board exams
And sent them to college to get jobs.
We punished them for their questions
We robbed them of their future.
We really tried.
But children, they are a bit wild.
And once they found the poets and their poetry, we were truly doomed.
Main nahi maanta. I don’t buy it.
Hum dekhenge. We are looking at you.
Their steady gaze cutting through our bullshit.
Try pressing a blade of grass down.
Children spring and they are spring.
In the darkest winter, a very subversive baby was born, harbinger of spring.
Born to dissent. Like all children.
Listen to them.
No one venerates Pontius Pilate.
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