Saffron vortex of hatred and the man

In the middle of the maelstrom, the saffron vortex of hatred,
The man stands battered, by swirling dust of ignorance
eyes stinging from all that wide-eyed and yet blind outraging
ashamed by his smallness
ready to lash out impotently
against his own interest
against his own people.
 ___

Flag bearers must be blind
for if they had eyes,
they would desert
to join the throng
at the sidelines
screaming to stop the madness.

But how can they stop anything
without getting sucked into the vicious vortex?

unfortunately the only thing the blind understand
is the remorseless fist.
and the ones with open eyes at the sidelines
can't close their palms into fists
without succumbing to that old human malady - remorse and guilt.
___

Who with open eyes will take up the challenge
of raising and raining fists in-spite of the remorse and the guilt
against the hate engineers, the profiteers of commotion, the instigators of dust storms?

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