Four! Brute Leaders Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Four! Brute leaders: loot and fry!
Panwar has taken deadly toll, all know;
And your kitchen-world true,
And your out-house too
All happiness robbed long ago;
These unbearable pains are not ready to dry.—
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!


Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!
Raja has broken your telecoms, all know;
And are happy, dancing his ways
Robbed nation of trillions rays
All happiness robbed long ago;
Life and nation will remain sad and dry.—
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!


Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!
Kalmadi and Dixit have tarred the commonwealth, all know:
And the entire national pride and beam
Of all the nation’s dreams
Honor and pride vanished long ago;
And no body was there to sooth the national sigh. -
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!


Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!
Chavan has snatched the roofs of the war widows, all know;
And mighty but wrongs housed and fit
And killed the valour and grit
Sense of right and wrong gone long ago;
Martyrs in heaven tearing their sacrifice high. -
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!


Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!
Leader sick and old, blessing the robbers, all know;
Watched by madam white, happy and light;
Delivered miseries and death without fight
Kindness and concern flew, long ago;
Masses left to die and cry.—
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!