Scarlet River

History repeats.  
Moves in circles.  
Same charted paths,  
different-hued feats;  
Same yeast, different wine;  
Fermentation of change,  
could be rancid or fine.  
How did we come hither?  
Tinting waters with hate  
corrupting lands with divide.  
This land of Buddha,  
stuck in Chakravyuh* of communalism   
 over animal's hide.   
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We come for ether,  
vanish in air.  
Our legacy futures – the only remains.  
Now colored vermilion in blood,  
verdant, saffronized,  
 and black in waste.  
Since when is a human life,  
 worth less than cattle's taste?   

– Sulzhan 
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* Chakravyuh is an ancient Indian military formation, which is hard to break