I Am Not An Original Thinker-but I

Strange Thoughts Brew In Your Heart When You Spend Too Much Time With Old Books

You Can't Expect A Man In A Dung Heap To Smell Sweet.

Go To Old Delhi,and Look At The Way They Keep Chickens There In The Market. Hundred Of Pale Hens And Brightly Colored Roosters, Stuffed Tightly Into Wire-mesh Cages. They See The Organs Of Their Brothers Lying Around Them.they Know They Are Next, Yet They Cannot Rebel. They Do Not Try To Get Out Of The Coop. The Very Same Thing Is Done With Humans In This Country.

With Their Tinted Windows Up, The Cars Of The Rich Go Like Dark Eggs Down The Roads Of Delhi. Every Now And Then An Egg Will Crack Open A Woman's Hand, Dazzling With Gold Bangles, Stretches Out An Open Window, Flings An Empty Mineral Water Bottle Onto The Road And Then The Window Goes Up, And The Egg Is Resealed.

I Gather You Yellow-skinned Men, Despite Your Triumphs In Sewage, Drinking Water, And Olympic Gold Medals, Still Don't Have Democracy. Some Politician On The Radio Was Saying That That's Why We Indian Are Going To Beat You: We May Not Have Sewage, Drinking Water, And Olympic Gold Medals, But We Do Have Democracy. If I Were Making A Country, I'd Get The Sewage Pipes First, Then The Democracy, Then I'd Go About Giving Pamphlets And Statues Of Gandhi To Other People, But What Do I Know? I Am Just A Murderer!