Moon is our ancestral home
Where elder souls go to live
That's why it's so bright
My grandmother belived so
(Not really! We're not so simpleton
Illiterate or superstitious
We never have been
We the nation of Kalhana
Abhinavagupta,and Budshah
But it fits your narration of us
We the uncivilized, gullible
Terrorist nation
So be it)
As you expunge violently
Lynchings, custodial killings, mob violence
Rape cries, witch-huntings, justice
And launch your backwardness into space
I hope you've spacetech advanced enough
To hear the slogans of our ancestors
On Moon
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