No real education for the masses.
Easier a complete stupid takeover,
Drink scruples with molasses.
We'll ensure polity operates in AC,
Outside India in clean luxury.
We'll sell the poverty documentaries,
To BBC for (hidden charges) free.
Already everyone in India knows,
Democracy is a curious circus joke.
Every election a poor majority is paid,
Or forced to vote a decided bloke.
The bloke and his kith and kin,
Then become the king almighty.
Overnight everything becomes autocratic,
You get it stupid, all righty!
The fools cherish words spoken,
And forget the actions that never follow.
Every year, and year after year,
The promises ring more hollow.
Most citizens with truant amnesia,
Attend to needs of personal line.
Every selfish motive breeds more,
And unity is just a lyric and rhyme.
India is a country of contrast,
Contradiction, goons, and brute force.
The miasma of filth and pus is real,
The immoral corruptions to the course.
People have no true power,
Just a sham symbolic speck.
They are born in caste and creed,
And die to go to an Indian heck.
