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Oct 2013
I go to bed, looking to start afresh
It was a long day, but I tell myself
There's always a new morning.
Its been this way for a while now,
And I'm starting to fear that,
Nothing's going to really change.
Everywhere I go, there's something wrong
With all the people in this country.
I walk out into the street,
A woman's appealing for justice,
Only to be ignored.
Suddenly, gurus aren't as pious,
Nor even reporters safe!
We take pride in our culture,
Yet we're letting ourselves down;
Looking at the wrong place,
In search of answers that lie within.
'Cause we got mostly us to blame
For all that is wrong!
Abhijit
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