There is a land
Full of angels
Do not gaze at the heavens
Angels are real here,
They are in our homes,
Streets, schools and offices
Our politicians are arch-angels
Our soldiers and police
Are holier than holy
Yes, this land is angelic
Everyone is righteous
Preachers are sanctimonious
Every lane is littered
With numerous worship places
With uncountable worshippers
All are more righteous
More than those in heaven
Yet our hearts are severed
Are you still doubting
About our angelic status?
Are you still confused
About our holiness?
Then hear this:
Only the thief that is caught
In the very act
Is christened thief
A pen-robber is feathered
Sometimes some that are caught
Are either given plea bargain
Or are completely pardoned
Because they are connected
Is this strange to you?
Well, cheer up!
It happens in our angelic land
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