If you want to bring glory to the country, let your gates down
To people of white skin and black money. Let them in, tear down the
Last few barriers that protect the weakest from being preyed on
In the name of productivity. In the name of not impeding
Progress, that Mysterious Beast, who holds out
And tempt the rich out of their humanity and compassion.
If you want to bring glory to our country, preserve our traditions
Bundle our women up behind veils, throw them out
Of God’s house when they bleed
Snatch food from the mouths of the starving through your worship of it
And use it to leather and line your shoes.
If you want to bring glory to our country,
Point to the shiny high rises built on depleting water
With fake snow and extra large swimming pools drained
With the blood of the weakest.
Look steadfastly the other way
When someone steers you to our corners
Until their children die;
Then you can offer them toothy actresses, shiny loos
And ballot paper
In exchange for the bodies of their children.
You can offer to cover up their weak limbs and distended bellies
But you will have snatched the twinkle from their eyes
And when people ask you,
How you plan to build a nation
Of the dying women and men and people
You have neglected
You call them a human resource
And ask for a better HDI.