I might’ve slipped on the internet
This is no problem for me.
It’s how I entered the internet.
What do we got comin’?
Poetry in your yard.
Can I cross your brow with it?
This is a think page.
Go back to puppies and bullshit,
if you want your hands in your underwear.
The internet is for porn,
in a nuclear holocaust.

What do I got for yah today?
I don’t wanna write this down.
A little girl was killed in Pondicherry,
raped and murdered.
I didn’t hear the news.
Nithish told me on the way to school.
Whatever happened,
this girl suffered.
Oh my God the reality these days.
You should’ve seen caveman days,
and all along humanity
this has happened to children.
It’s not special today.
It’s just horrible.

I’m sorry little girl.
She was nine-years-old.
Nithish told me about Hindi kidnappers
in Tamil Nadu.
There were 300 of ‘em,
it said on the news.
Again, it’s Nithish’s report.
I don’t speak Tamil,
especially on the 6 o’clock news.

Goddamn this girl got killed,
and do you know what?
She was in her neighbor’s house for two days before it happened.
She tried to escaped and they killed ‘er.
What was normal procedure?
You search the goddamn neighborhood,
especially across the street.
A strange old man livin’ alone?
Hey man, can we check your house?
That didn’t happen.
Everybody was lookin’ for Hindi kidnappers,
far away from the house,
taking her organs and selling them.
It was a mass hysteria,
and it cost the city a lot.
They would’ve found that girl,
if they followed procedure.

I don’t think no one’s listenin’ to me.
There was a day long strike
all over Pondicherry
before they found the girl.
Where is she?
Not far from the Hand,
not far from God’s grace and lovingkindness.
She can’t come back to us.
No way,
she’s dead.

Man is a trapped being;
I can make that armstrong strong;
what do you want to die next?
said the demon to the little girl.
Cause she’s a baby,
can we carry this baby?
Can we get around this baby?
It wasn’t her fault.
Hell opened up on that child
and ate her.

We are left stunned.
The pain, the fear,
the little child suffered
is unimaginable.
I can understand the anger
all over town,
but it’s misplaced.
She’s here to tell us something
we can’t see:
we can never blame ourselves
for the wrong done by another;
we aren't able to.

It’s exemplified in her,
the abuse of children in Pondicherry.
Slapped, kicked around,
put in school,
you don’t know the half of it.
They’re made to bleed there,
produce paltry items,
the unnecessary,
the boring, the out of wack,
and they’re hit there.
They’re made to go day after day
to an excuse for school.
Exams punish them.
Their day is wasted
in mean environments.
Of course they bully each other.
That’s what they’re learning there.

Can we take them home?
Home’s a little harder,
where the environment spills out.
My God kids are beaten,
made to serve their parents,
told they are alive for their parents,
controlled to the nth degree,
lied to, spit on,
and treated like they don’t count much.
Is this your typical home in Pondicherry?
It happens enough to produce this girl
and her ordeal.
Do you know the will available to abuse her
from the collective conscious of Pondicherry?
Set it right.

These are tell-tale signs
that give us some indication what’s goin’ on
in the collective.
The symbol reproduces it
in exaggerated form.
It was not done by God it was done by devils,
the demons attached to the men that did it
and the horde of demons that came to feed.
They’re all over Pondicherry.
You don’t know their station here
all over the world.
They’re in your homes and families.
They are the evil behind the act.
We can only see the act.

Will you bear with me
as I show you the blame game?
I don’t know the timeline,
but this girl didn’t die right away.
She spent a couple of days
in a house very close to her home.
Nobody was lookin’ there
with the focus of their concentration.
Maybe she’d be alive if they did.
A news report had broadcast some days earlier
Hindi kidnappers were afoot
kidnappin’ children in Pondicherry.
That took the news
and stupidly took the police station.
Tamils don’t like out of state.
They don’t want Hindi people here.
So the search begin
focusing on the mass hysteria
of these organ sellers?

A video had circulated,
of course,
a Hindi kidnapper confessing all
and tellin’ of the network in Pondicherry.
That was the focus of the search,
not for the little girl.
I don’t know if they combed the neighborhood,
knocked on doors,
but that old man’s house was nearby,
and he lived alone suspicious.
What kept him from being searched?
She was alive and there when they found her missin’,
being raped repeatedly,
while they looked elsewhere,
and she wasn’t just murdered;
she was killed with Hell’s hands.

Where are the Hindi kidnappers now?
They are two Tamils in police hands,
neighbors nearby.
They young man had raped her before,
and the old man ordered him to kidnap her
and bring her to him,
by threatening him with police would you believe?
It all happened so fast.
She was nabbed playing outside
near her house.
We have ganja to blame,
new reports say.
They were pot smokers,
and it corrupted their Tamil.
Tamils wouldn’t do this otherwise.
Do you see the logic?
Ban grass!
and people are demonstratin’ in town.
It’s already illegal.

What’s goin’ on?
A culture is blind to itself,
every culture on Earth.
can we get ourselves to see?
What do you do with your children,
the first thing you should ask.
Are you a teacher?
You’re complacent just being one,
but are you happy there?
Do you really get mad at children?
Do they see you smile throughout the day?
Do they know your lovingkindness?
It’s too much for you isn’t it,
the system.
You take it out on the kids.
Would you get yourself to see that?

Now parents,
do you shine on your children
all the love and attention they need?
It’s backbreakin’ work idn’t it,
takin’ care of a home.
Kids throw wrenches in the system don’t they,
mess things up,
won’t leave things alone.
What do you do with them?
I’m not askin’ if you love them or not.
Do you speak harshly to them?
Do you hit them?
Do you rag on them all the time?
They don’t measure up do they?

No kids does
in his parents’ room.

Pondicherry I’m sorry this is you.
You’re hateful to your children,
not every minute,
not in every home,
but it’s there
strong enough to get this girl killed.
You share responsibility Pondicherry
with these two men,
and I’ve written this poem so you can see that.

Do you know what a kidnapper is?
Hold in the atmosphere
the abuse of children
where they are kidnapped.
That’s the formula for TV.
That’s the formula for Tamil Nadu.
That’s the formula for Pondicherry.
If you don’t see this more murders will come,
more kidnappings.
You’ll need to break ship to get it to stop.
You’ll have to come from oneness base.
That’s not typical.
That’s not ordinary.
That’s not the way we do things.
It’s time we start.

All this talk of Hindu today,
Hindu this, Hindu that,
riled over cows,
marriage conversions,
temples in the air.
I think Hindu gave the world oneness,
didn’t it?
It’s its underlying philosophy.
On this Hindu stands.
Where do you see it today
in Hindu society?
Is it ever-present?
It’s not Hindu it’s oneness
Hindu’s about.
That is the temple we yard.
That’s what brought it into being.

Hindu is alive on oneness.
Without it it’s dead.
Can you show me where India is alive today?
Is Hindu alive today?
Let’s do Hindu.
Let’s do oneness.

I’m just anxious to ICU,
and did you know that Hindu does that,
brings us all to church?
No, we need to get past temples
and the religious offerings.
We need to see oneness
as the everyday of our lives.
In practical hands
it works,
when you see the underlying of it all.
Here I’ve shown you.
I’m sorry Muslims don’t do this,
or Christians,
and Buddhists don’t believe it’s there.
It’s the oneness of everything,
the vibrant conscious oneness.
It’s what Hindu has given to the world.
It’s the truth of things.
It’s why I’m here,
and I’m here a long way from you.
Will you join me in oneness?

Is this area to become worldwide useful?
And oneness it is.
We become practical that way.
If we become oneness it is.
We have to find
the way there.
I did,
after bein’ horrible to children.
It made me do it.
I was open to God.
I’m sleepin’ with one now,
holding him safe,
writing you this poem.
I’ve taken care of him all night,
his little heart,
making sure he knows I’m here.
He’s on me now,
his little face
on my chest.
He’s seven now.
He was born in my room.
That means he was born from my house.
His mother’s pregnancy was there.
I’m a parental figure.

He trusts me.
I have the key to his pants,
but I don’t get into them with desire hands.
He’s Nithish’s little brother.
Nithish is in his room sleeping.
I know how to take care of children,
after so much trial and error.
They really like my house.
They are so welcome there,
and I know how to do it,
take care of a kid,
just enough hands off to leave them alone,
just enough hands on to give them what they need.
This is fun for me.
Did I hear you call me pedophile?
I do love children,
so much I can be in their presence all day,
and I love it there.
You need people like me.
I make mistakes with my anger sometimes,
yell and scream,
and quickly apologize.
They rule.

My ego gets bashed a lot,
but you concede to a kid.
You treat them well.
They need to be the center of attention.
The house revolves around them,
in any God-given house,
naturally.
I teamwork this with Douglas,
and he’s good with kids,
funny as all get out,
and we keep them kids safe
and well taken care of.
We are sweet to them.
Everybody watches us do it
here on the farm,
smiles and warm faces,
and we’ve been along together for years.
Now I’m takin’ it to the next level,
the public eye.

I want you to see oneness
in operation.
I’m one with you,
one with these kids,
and I want the world to see that it can be done,
correct your problems with kids
and move on.
This is what I’m doin’ now,
shakin’ Pondicherry by the leg,
and sayin’ hey wake up,
you need to change your way with kids.
Is that too much to ask?
It’s what we must ask.
It starts with kids,
our humanity,
and the world unfolds in their hands
how our hands have treated them.
It’s not a nice world today is it?

Be nice to kids and it will be soon.
If one generation,
all around the world,
could get it together with kids,
and heal themselves of the abuse of them,
the world would change automatically,
dramatically be a better world.
Is there too many of us to try?
We can get it down in Pondicherry.
We can take one city
and show the ropes.
We can make it our mandate, plan,
not with the policeman’s stick,
the angry shout,
the tabloid news.
It would have to be on oneness base.
It would have to be holistically done.
Hey, I’ve got a problem;
can you give me the space to heal?

The healing would be immense.
We would record how.
It’s on God’s base,
a dynamic healing plan
right inside you.
You’re hearin’ it speak now,
an immune system we don’t know about.
It heals us.
Punishment, hatred,
doesn’t.

What am I sayin’?
Pondy grab your files and heal
from what makes you abuse kids.
I’ve shown a way,
if you’re relaxed enough,
if you can do it non-judgmentally
and not even condemn yourself.
It’s a love angle.
It’s where we’re happenin’.
Healin’s what we gotta do.
Can we get started Pondicherry?
Let’s see you put this on the news.