When democracy came
To my country
It was called demo -crazy
In it politics
Was practiced as politricks
In my country
Democracy is so much so
That it is fulcrum of religious worship, war and peace
Food and dearth of it, marriage and divorce education and illiteracy
Wealth and poverty, humility and thuggery
The reason for all these crudities
Is to share the national
No one wants to bake!
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