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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