- published: 10 Feb 2016
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Dalit is a designation for a group of people traditionally regarded as untouchable. Dalits are a mixed population, consisting of numerous castes from all over South Asia; they speak a variety of languages and practice a multitude of religions.
There are many different names proposed for defining this group of people including Panchamas ("fifth" varna), and Asprushya ("untouchables").[citation needed]
In 2001, the proportion of Dalit population was 16.2 percent of India's total population. The Dalit population is broadly distributed across Indian states and districts. In 2001, the state of Punjab had the highest proportion of its population as Dalit, at about 29 percent, and the state of Mizoram had the lowest at nearly zero. The government of India recognises and protects them as Scheduled Castes. The term Dalit has been interchangeably used with term Scheduled Castes, and these terms include all historically discriminated lowest castes of India such as Shudras and Untouchables.
While discrimination based on caste has been prohibited and untouchability abolished under the Constitution of India, discrimination and prejudice against Dalits in South Asia remains. Since 1947 - its independence - India has implemented a policy of positive discrimination, the scope of which was further expanded in 1974, to set aside and provide jobs and education opportunities to Dalits. By 1995, of all jobs in India, 17.2 percent of the jobs were held by Dalits, greater than their proportion in Indian population. In 1997, India democratically elected K. R. Narayanan, a Dalit, as the nation's President. Many social organisations too have proactively promoted better conditions for Dalits through improved education, health and employment.
She's dead, lying burned therein
The wrath of God builds up her fate
Sin, Atrocities within
Deny the Holy One her state
Of mind in tune with lies and hate
Trapped beneath the dust and snow
To love and hold, though on my own
I search for keys to free her captive soul.
Oh, bad kitty.
Taste the honey on your tongue.
Oh, bad kitty.
Feel the lemon in your gut.
Your arguments are weak at best.
Behold, your spirit thins before the
Glorious ones provide the test.
You seem to God some filthy whore.
The secrets are indeed divine,
Filled with pain and sorrow in.
Still I throw the pearls to the swine,
I'm often threatened by this cold world
And doomed to wander throughout it's womb.
But now my heart jumps at this jewel
And resurrects decrepid tomb.
Still all to many will turn away
While disregarding all I've said
And all the wonders done in His name.