Waiting around to die,
Neck deep in water now,
Can you save me sire?
Maybe somehow?
The gods-allah, bhagwan, and christ,
Waterlogged in their respective shells,
The elected officers very busy,
Saving themselves.
I tell you sire, all the money,
For dams and drainage elsewhere went.
On the ministers' corrupt luxuries,
In self-serving homage spent.
It's a practical matter,
The floods are here to stay,
Today it's me, tomorrow who can see,
Selfish people and myths have the last say!
Waiting around to die!
A preventable death this is!
Can you take my eyes at least,
Make them see, as it is?
