I pity the poor drinkers
Over joyous with drinking
And the bottle in hand
As for intoxication
Doing the matal dance,
Drinking to full
Staggering and babbling by
And lying fallen by the roadside
Telling of misery and hardship
The family is facing
And the administration lost in
Collecting excise duties and taxes in excess
Rather than treating the addicts,
How ruthless are we,
Have you at least about?
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