Tishani Doshi

The stormtroopers of my country love
their wives but are okay to burn
what needs to be burned for the good
of the republic often doing so in brown
pleated shorts and cute black hats with sticks

and tear gas and manifestos of love
for cows for heritage for hard Hindu burning
devotion for motherland tongue it’s all good
their pants are buckled unbuckled brown
shut up this is serious this country will stick

it to infiltrators imprison traitors love
neighbors with the right papers you know burn
baby imagine a country a house on fire good
gen z millennial kids good upstarts brown
denizens who’ve discovered their rights are sticks

are legs to walk the streets dearly beloved
we are gathered here as effigies to burn
standing up so take your anticitizen laws good
sir good government ha-ha off-colour joke brown
out shit I wish we had the internet because sticks

may break us but this is a revolution of love
like the sixties gauchistes hate me but don’t burn
public property really sir you promised us good
governance but the evidence is mounting of brown
soldiers massacring brown shops mosques stick

with the pogrom atrocity death march love
march no such thing as a clean termite to burn
is to purify oh our culture so ancient so good
we’re in the thick of the swastika now no brow
beating will divide us together we must stick
from the book A GOD AT THE DOOR / Copper Canyon Press
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This poem is a response to India's Nuremberg-style Citizen (Amendment) Act, which facilitates citizenship for undocumented migrants from neighboring countries except Muslims; the revoking of Jammu & Kashmir's constitutional autonomy (India’s only Muslim-majority state), and the subsequent internet shutdown there (the longest imposed in a democracy); the communal violence between Hindus and Muslims in Delhi, February 2020, where the police actively abetted in violence against Muslims in what can only be called a pogrom; the continued state-sanctioned discrimination against Muslims in the form of cow-vigilantism, boycotting of Muslim businesses, evictions and hate-speech. 

Tishani Doshi on "The Stormtroopers of My Country"
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