India is in reality not of the good men,
But of the bad men,
I mean the third class men
Who rise to coveted chairs
Whereas the first classers move about,
India is of access and approach,
Backing and pushing
In it all.
The honest people do not have the prestige
Whereas the dishonest hold the keys to success,
The black-marketeers are prospering
And the white-moneyed men
Coaxing their fate.
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