Cry Beloved Nation

By Narayan Rajan

Cry, Beloved Nation, weep bitter tears

White voices lament evil deeds

Brown voices sing of paradise lost

Black voices mourn generations doomed.

On white ships fleeing oppression we came

To a land of beauty and bounty,

We tilled, we killed, we took and we built

Churches to God, our gracious Lord.

 

The brown people who welcomed us

We thrust out into the wilderness.

Great laws enacted, great words spoken

All, all for white men and their progeny.

 

Oppression returned to us in black ships

Carrying humans torn from homes

From family, folks, familiar sights, dreams

To agony among white faced cruelty.

 

White man slew white man

To protect his right to torture

Black men, women and children.

E’en today, statues of these men taunt us.

 

Black voices haunt us.

“White man took my beautiful body

Left me a babe to suckle.

A child as doomed to slavery as I.”

 

“God gave me a lion’s strength

But I must bear the white man’s humiliation

And the contempt in my children’s eyes

Gnaws my vitals; all for their sake.”

 

“Separate always and somehow inferior.

In the hell-holes of our inner cities

We are doomed to live and die.

Lead-poisoned, unschooled, frozen by chill penury.”

 

“Why do you torment us thus?

We are not responsible for ancestral evil.

We have made amends; we have given alms

Leave us to enjoy life’s simple joys.”

 

The only way to exorcise the evil among us

Is to own it, look at it in broad daylight

See the dappled skin of the serpent

To abhor every slither evermore.

 

When church doors close out people

The creator moves out to comfort them

The devil takes over the pulpit

Inflames fear, greed, pride, kills shame. 

 

O my beloved nation, may you ever be

A home where every child may hope and dream

Where the needy find refuge, the hungry are fed

Justice rules kindly on all humans and animals. 

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Narayan Rajan, or “Raj Rajan” as he prefers to be called was born over seventy years ago in Safdurjang Hospital New Delhi. The birthing surgeon nicked his temple with his scalpel. 

Raj was educated at The Lawrence School Sanawar, a residential public school (English usage, means private school), the Indian Institute Technology Kharagpur and the Indian Institute Of Science, Bangalore. He worked for the Indian Satellite Centre, NASA Ames Research Center and for almost forty Bay Area companies mostly as a contractor. His last full-time job was a two-and-a half year stint as an Apple employee. 

When Raj was twenty years old he was jilted for the first time. He consoled himself by writing verse and studying classical mechanics. After recovering from a nervous breakdown in 2018, he returned to writing poetry as a means of sharing his experience.

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