A Perfect Murder
Dark clouds gather
Layer upon layer
Menacing stillness thickens the air.
Who are those men?
A hooded horde stands in a circle
Their smugness hangs heavy in the air.
‘A good job’ says one
‘And neatly done’ says the other.
“Yes, a perfect murder’
Smiles their leader
‘And yet remember, such operation
Never possible without cooperation
At all level, high and low.
With more collaboration
We intend bigger action
And more out of turn promotion.’
Suddenly pierces through the sky
A lightening that blinds
A falling star?
A high wind rises
Tearing hoods from frightened faces
As distant rumblings get closer
Approach of million footsteps.
And then spoke the thunder
“What forgiveness?
Those who murder mercy?”
(Amit Bhaduri is a famed economist. This poem was written by him after hearing about Stan Swamy’s death in custody.)
