Stabbed once again,
As always in the back,
As always by our own,
As always by cowardly attack.
What is it with us?
How can we be so?
Though born to the same ancestors,
How different do we grow?
Are we different or indifferent?
For in our actions, words and deeds,
Do we merely differ or simply not care,
Of consequences upon our faith,culture and creed?
From where grows this fault line?
That divides a people so united,
Though bound by ethnicity unique,
To come undone,unbound and untied.
Have we become singular and selfish?
From one’s once a tribe,
All it takes is the character ‘I’,
To change united to untied.
Do we not even stop to think,
Of generations before and after us?
Or is it that we stopped to care,
And evolve from better to worse?
Is this the dark legacy,
That we choose to leave behind?
Lurking in our deeds and DNA,
As a message to all mankind.
That we, who once a warrior clan,
Who bowed or bent to none,
Who lived a life of valour,
Who valiantly died for honour.
Who fought and bled for generations,
For our faith, family, friends and fields,
Known through centuries by all around,
As the tribe that never yields.
Have now spawned a pathetic mutation,
It’s genetics altered by greed,
Willing to sell what belongs to all of us,
For its cheap and pitiful needs.
The Roman Empire and Great Caesar,
Was felled by just one lowly Brutus,
Should it then pass that our great tribe,
Be destroyed by only one of us?
Dr. Codanda Ravin Chengappa, June 2026, #fightformalmakundh.
A heartfelt and hard – hitting peice that encourages self- examination rather than confrontation, making its message all the more powerful.
Shakespeare’s Brutus is a tragic hero in the classical sense — a fundamentally good and noble man destroyed not by villainy, but by the collision of his idealism with political reality. He is a man who does the wrong thing for the right reasons, and that tension is what makes him enduringly compelling.
The forces at play here are evil. They can never be compared to the idealist but naive Brutus.
A cunning backstabber of friends can never be a good and noble man. Honest, honourable men draw swords openly and fight. Even in the case of our own local Brutus, he is right by his own ideals and convinced of his actions. But that does not make them right. Thus the comparison.
Beautifully explained doc I don’t know at this rate where are we heading greed for money will ruin our sacred land very soon we will be considered as immigrants its high time we wake up and I don’t know what is the solution?