Winston Churchill : The Butcher of Bengal –Game of Death (1943 and other man-made Bengal Famines or Genocides?)


vikas chandra

“Beastly Indians and so their faith, I fondly decry, why they breed like rabbits, let them die “
Churchill! The savior from Führer, or Führer yourself, with, no love lost for a wretched colony
With hunger borne to an unborn child, on scorched Bengal’s soul, your words worse than felony
As bodies pile high, to grab your eye, to your least concern, you discern, “let sleeping dogs lie”

1943-Sixth famine & deceit too, albeit this one, last fest of yearn, a regime’s reward In lieu of due tolls
Alas, Rain Gods failed, the peasants’ plight, life meanly caricatured by eternal cries of hunger’s blight
This ain’t any more that old reign benign, where clemency would determine, griefs and tolls to overwrite
Unwary souls, their fates changed hands, bonded British belongings now, sentenced to doom, with no paroles

“Rice ain’t nice for our coffers to fly; p for poppy, i for…

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