Hard Decisions Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

It's time for hard decisions

The sage leader said

Looking fondly at his well-fed flock

The sleeping giant has woken

His chains must be broken

The reforms are on track

They need to go faster

Faster than a hare

Swifter than a mare

Till the eight per cent

Mark is met, hell-bent

Caressing his paunch

He said, there's too much flab

In the government and elsewhere

The redundant must go

Voluntarily, ofcourse

Fewer men, more machines

Everywhere there must be

The markets must be free