Gorilla
Comrade we can face the guns, but dictators cannot face questions – Is the god in the temple the author of this civilisation created by man with his own hands? Who is to take the credit for the great treachery called this civilisation? This great betrayal of mankind?
Did Kalidas kiss the rosy cheeks of injustice? Did valmiki patronize atrocities? Has the man persecuted by the wrath of injustice time enough to learn his lessons of Ashtaadhyayi? How can you sit non – violent with folded hands while flames of hunger reduce millions of innocent children to ashes?
Is it civilized to keep silent while man is treated equal to a beast? is that culture ? is it culture to enjoy the paintings of Van Gogh with eyes closed while injustice is engaged in a made dance with a thousand heads ? Would it be considered any civilisation at all? It would be a deceased civilisation, puss flowing from a rotten barbarous heart.
Pure violence is like pure blood, untainted by turbid chromosomes which do not include injustice in its system. It spontaneously excretes perverse injustice with violent reaction. How can cowardice and imbecility be limbs of civilisation without changing into hypocrisy?
The wise men spit in the face of those who give the name of civilisation to such hypocrisy. Comrade , don not defend any kind of blindness from the cruelty of light.
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