Tuesday, November 7, 2023

BASTA, a poem.

 Basta

“Basta”-- Pope Francisco, November 6, 2023



Basta. Enough. Stop killing

children in Gaza and Israel.

Cease fire. Let leaders wise


or mad, it does not matter.

We have no time for

psychological evaluations.


Let these directors

of the tragedy meet

in a foreign capital


to make peace. Do not

kill innocents anymore.

Stop. Too much. This


is not complicated,

not difficult

to understand


Do not kill new

generations, their 

fathers and mothers. 


Stanch hatred 

rising among 

survivors.




Indran Amirthanayagam c) November 6, 2023


Thursday, August 24, 2023

We Did It! a poem about landing on the Southern Pole of the Moon

We did it!


Engineers roar, slap each other's

backs, go gaga as Chandrayaan-3

sends Vikram to land on

the Southern Pole of the Moon


opening to the intrepid Pragyan

that will go a-roaming where

no robot has gone before. This

is a huge step for India, yes,


and for the rest of us as we 

see our kind cross boundaries

that exist only in the mind,

drawing planetary sustenance 


from this feat. Experiments 

the rover conducts will be 

monitored on Earth, adding 

I hope to discussion about 


nations, pride and back-

slapping, that universalists 

beam into our screens now, 

not politicians who ride 


on the coattails of engineers,

who bow for achievements

they cannot embody,

although Mother India


is older than any single

leader, and minorities

of all sorts are to be found

among the Chandrayaan staff.



Indran Amirthanayagam c) August 23, 2023

Wednesday, April 5, 2023

A Day Of Service (Trump's Booking), a poem. Indran Amirthanayagam

 A Day of Service (Trump's Booking)


He used to be president. He said once

he could stand in the middle of 5th Avenue

and shoot a man and he would walk away

free. Today he was arraigned for paying

off Stormy Daniels to keep quiet about

their past affair while he campaigned

to take the oath and lead the country

through what turned out to be a series

of ruinous events, including the dying

of millions during the pandemic.


He entered court, seeming befuddled,

did not say a word, then left and drove

in a motorcade along the BQE, swept

ahead by the police, to the hangar

where his 757 waited to fly him back

to Florida. Meanwhile, his lawyers

bemoaned the “unfair” charges

while in Washington today a group

of Latin American exiles visited

to plead their arguments about Venezuela,


Nicaragua and Cuba before the OAS 

and State. They came by car from Miami, 

a much longer trip than the rich man Trump's.

I met them at the State Department's

door, allowed them to take a photograph

with the flags, and just outside, to raise

their own banner and denounce tyranny

in their homelands. I felt I had been

of some service, opened the door

to the ordinary citizen, one of whom


had spent almost five years

in a Havana jail, for charges related

to assembly and speech. I am not

a Little Havana republican. But

I will denounce crimes when

committed and without discriminating

against any perpetrator, including

the free-shooting 5th avenue huckster

turned ex Commander in Chief,

Mr. Donald John Trump.



Indran Amirthanayagam, c) April 4, 2023


Monday, March 27, 2023

The Rulers, a poem. Indran Amirthanayagam

 The Rulers


We are teachers today and kids.

We are kids today and teachers.

We are thirteen years old stabbing

our professor in the playground


at Thomasia Montoro public school

in São Paulo. We are twenty eight

years old and female with two

automatic rifles and a handgun


killing three nine-year-olds

and three sixty-somethings

at the Covenant school

in Nashville. What distinguishes


a public from private, state

from religious school? Nothing.

Nothing. Nothing. In each

guns and knives rule.



Indran Amirthanayagam c) March 27, 2023  


Wednesday, March 8, 2023

Cada seis horas, um poema escrito neste Dia Internacional Da Mulher

 Cada seis horas


A verdade que você sinala

neste Dia Intenacional

da Mulher não tem resposta.


O fato que morre cada

seis horas uma mulher

a mão do seu namorado


no Brasil, um país

que celebra tais misturas

é mais que alarmante


e se eu começo

a inquirir nos diverses

países do mundo


incluindo Estados Unidos

(onde o número diário 

e tres, ainda alarmante)


e alguns outros onde

assassinar a mulher

por respeitar o honor


da família é considerado

um direito. Não.

Não tenho resposta.




Indran Amirthanayagam dr) o 8 março, 2023

Saturday, February 18, 2023

We Are All Chileans Now, a poem (In Memoriam: Pablo Neruda) Indran Amirthanayagam

 We Are All Chileans Today



The poet did not pass only from a broken 

heart, not because he could not eat as 

his prostate cancer spread, not after 

he read of Salvador Allende bombed 

in the Moneda, not walking out alive. 

The poet died because of 


clostridium botulinum injected into 

his stomach while he slept in Santa Maria 

clinic, Santiago, alone inexplicably while 

his wife and driver packed bags at Isla Negra 

for the family's flight to exile in Mexico. 

He was killed in a hospital by a third party 


according to forensic scientists examining 

the remains. The third  party cannot silence 

the poet. The third party cannot say love 

is short and forgetting long.The third party 

will  not be allowed to have the last word 

in the history of Chile, of  democracy.




Indran Amirthanayagam, c) February 18, 2023


Tuesday, February 7, 2023

https://www.worldliteraturetoday.org/blog/book-reviews/power-words-and-power-desire-manuel-ulacias-origami-jonathan-harrington

 https://www.worldliteraturetoday.org/blog/book-reviews/power-words-and-power-desire-manuel-ulacias-origami-jonathan-harrington

Thursday, February 2, 2023

Interview with Indran Amirthanayagam at www.hangingloosepress.com

 https://www.hangingloosepress.com/news-events/catching-up-with-indran-amirthanayagam

Thursday, January 26, 2023

Peru, By A Thread. A poem.

 Perú, By A Thread


Perspective is everything.

Peruvian press owned

by white elites who 

dismiss the chola hordes,

the new president


accompanied by ministers

from Fujimori’s dictatorship,

daughter Keiko just released

from her chargesheet.

The cards are decked


in dear old Peru. So when

you see a peasant throwing

stones and hear the crack

of bullets fired by police

in return, when the stone-


thrower has no job

or money or prospects

while copper mining

conglomerates trade

on precious metals


markets, and artisanal

Amazon gold diggers

are hounded by Army

and police gangs

in the name of


biodiversity, when

nobody invests enough

to give farmers

in the VRAEM alternative

crops to the coca leaf,


when elites, defended

by misguided and

brainwashed police,

lament the shaking

down of their august


institutions, the stock

market, the courts,

Jockey Plaza and all

the plazas of the

commercial Peruvian


disney world, then

take a deep breath,

step back or step

forward but do not

allow the new


rulers to stamp

upon your inalienable

right to say no,

and to vote again,

not in two years


but as soon as

elections can be

arranged in the

one country still 

called Perú.



Indran Amirthanayagam, c) January 21, 2023