The people rattle their chains today
a slap on the face of corruption echoes
across the corridors of power it goes
a message from the broken the hungry and poor.
Mend your ways before the slap becomes a fist
and paralysed jaws are rent asunder
sheepskin costumes of khadi are torn
and your toothy grins are swept under
the flood of a billion feet from north
to south from east to west and more
fists fly up
in rage to horror
of your greedy eyes of stone.
As you hide behind security class "zee"
and you push in my face a gun, or three,
go color yourself saffron or green
or run to the Italian mafia family.
The levi it is breaking
the damn it crumbles
as yet another leech through a broken mouth mumbles,
the hand of the nation connects resounding
and every heart of my country swells astounding!
Remember you parasitic khadi clad pest
there are plenty of 'men' still around in India.
This is reflection on the recent incident of a Delhi young man slapping Sharad Pawar (the Agricuture Minister of India) who is apparently sick of rising prices and corrupt politicians (See http://www.thestatesman.net/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=391119&catid=35). I feel unless our political establishment takes heed of the rising anger among the people and does a little soul searching, things might get more violent in future and gentle voices like Anna might be lost in the roar of an angry and frustrated nation.
Going by the news reports I read, our politicians have squandered this opportunity by squabbling instead of stepping up and thinking "why". Pawar himself has refused to forgive the said youth, while his party has tried assaulting him (and succeeded according to some), and holding the state of Maharashtra hostage with strikes and public violence.
a slap on the face of corruption echoes
across the corridors of power it goes
a message from the broken the hungry and poor.
Mend your ways before the slap becomes a fist
and paralysed jaws are rent asunder
sheepskin costumes of khadi are torn
and your toothy grins are swept under
the flood of a billion feet from north
to south from east to west and more
fists fly up
in rage to horror
of your greedy eyes of stone.
As you hide behind security class "zee"
and you push in my face a gun, or three,
go color yourself saffron or green
or run to the Italian mafia family.
The levi it is breaking
the damn it crumbles
as yet another leech through a broken mouth mumbles,
the hand of the nation connects resounding
and every heart of my country swells astounding!
Remember you parasitic khadi clad pest
there are plenty of 'men' still around in India.
This is reflection on the recent incident of a Delhi young man slapping Sharad Pawar (the Agricuture Minister of India) who is apparently sick of rising prices and corrupt politicians (See http://www.thestatesman.net/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=391119&catid=35). I feel unless our political establishment takes heed of the rising anger among the people and does a little soul searching, things might get more violent in future and gentle voices like Anna might be lost in the roar of an angry and frustrated nation.
Going by the news reports I read, our politicians have squandered this opportunity by squabbling instead of stepping up and thinking "why". Pawar himself has refused to forgive the said youth, while his party has tried assaulting him (and succeeded according to some), and holding the state of Maharashtra hostage with strikes and public violence.
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