Social justice Acts open a pawn shop for the people,
Right from Kashmir to Kanyakumar and Kuchch to Kamlasagar,
And begging stays open 24 hours a day,7 days a week.
Indians come running with begging reasons,
Television, Laptop, Sarees, Cycles full length rationale;
No shame, no fear, no merit but all number game.
Quota Bill kills all equality, system have to offer;
Special drive and catalogues to keep in good humour,
Indians pawn their hands, saving the thumbs for last, they pawn.
Now Toilets, Jan Dhan Yojna new their skeletons,
Falling endlessly from the empty coffers,
And when the last Indian has pawned everything.
But this Quota Bill fakes Right to Equality,
Kills idea of Secularism, paints a new racism,
Ignoring all our tears and sighs.
Brands this venture as the great:
THE MUSEUM OF NATIVE INDIAN CULTURES
Need Indians one vote to enter from the liquor store and reservation.
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