I can not cry; but try to alter the faulty
System unjust; exploitative, crafty.
Not by guns or bombs; but by words
Sharper to pierce the heart of lords..
Oh! In oil India boils, by brothers‘ plan,
As chicken- in the political, luxury-pan
While the fans of selfish Capitalism fan
The gas ,Cylinders gasp violently, man!
Inflation by salary hike conflagrates
As corruption fumes out choking rates
At the wading helpless, hopeless voters
By fiscal magic masquerades of looters.
In surging words as mirage in deserts
They drag us through the slums -concerts
To vote, to enthrone them with whips of laws
Supported by the ambitious callous fellows
But, I hear the giggling behind the curtain
As silhouettes briskly move for certain.
No more sobbing ,dear ,in our tribulation
But opt ,no more sale of votes in election.
.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
I can not cry; but try to alter the faulty
System unjust; exploitative, crafty.
Not by guns or bombs; but by words
Sharper to pierce the heart of lords..
Oh! In oil India boils, by brothers‘ plan,
As chicken- in the political, luxury-pan
While the fans of selfish Capitalism fan
The gas ,Cylinders gasp violently, man!
Inflation by salary hike conflagrates
As corruption fumes out choking rates
At the wading helpless, hopeless voters
By fiscal magic masquerades of looters.
In surging words as mirage in deserts
They drag us through the slums -concerts
To vote, to enthrone them with whips of laws
Supported by the ambitious callous fellows
But, I hear the giggling behind the curtain
As silhouettes briskly move for certain.
No more sobbing ,dear ,in our tribulation
But opt ,no more sale of votes in election.
.
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