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Whining Losers

by clare

They whine and cry- "This country is going to the dogs." They complaint and protest- "Down with this corrupt government." They crib and blame- "Pull down those lazy thieving bastards." But when it's time, on Election day They take the day off, they holiday The Whining Losers, they say - "Ah, let a few Morons go and vote I am above politics, What matter's it to me." Dare you not raise another finger, Dare you not whine and complaint. You're not a part of democracy. You're what this country bears in vain.
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Indian
Published
Apr 24, 2014
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#india#democracy#elections#voting#vote
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