For those smelly smokers I’m not going to speak about Gold Flake Superstar, of which I need two packets a day
For those followers of godmen I’m not going to speak about the chant and rant of Wangkhei Panthou
For those European football fans from our shithole I’m not going to speak about Suárez or Rodríguez
All superstars, you cannot deny; but I’m not going to speak about them because they are superstars already
In our backyard when the policemen murder people
In our backyard when the army men rape the women
In our backyard when the place becomes a dormant time bomb
In our backyard then we saw the rise of small stars
For those who are killed make a list
For those who are raped make a list
For those who are abducted make a list
For those who are harassed make a list
That’s how a star grows
That’s how the ‘stellar evolution’ occurs
That’s how an activist becomes a superstar
That’s how the superstars start speaking for us as if anybody care
What does it matter how people care or not?
What does it matter...
What does it matter at all?
What does it matter but our livelihood?
Design a PROJECT for the number of dead people; one project each for one dead
Develop the project for the number of people who have been raped
Scrutinise the project for the number of disappeared people and if possible club the projects
Assess the project; make a ppt presentation for the most generous financers; be like a superstar.
There they go
Their fancy lives
There it is—our fault line.