There speed is slower than the bullock cart,
But their bills are higher than the Rolls Royce,
Powers more deadlier than the Ashwathama's Bram Astra,
Mind and action as ugly as toad,
Sees the fellow citizens with eyes squint,
Lives and dies for pleasures high,
Free bites are treats as corrupted ties,
Imposing like a despot, hanging with pleading beggars.
Crush the world beneath their false stature,
Dump the brochures in shoes and socks,
Indifferent to the effect of wavering mind-set,
Become a frame tuned to lies, con and callousness,
Arrogant, mute, dumb and stone voices,
O my Lord! Convert make them sane My Lord.
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