Oh god! I cannot bear this long,
I haven't been waiting for this all along,
Please just don't be spectators,
Here we all are the sufferers.
Why all this racism? Why all this hate?
Who has taught them to discriminate?
We are not Aussies nor are we British,
We are Indians, we restore peace,
Yes, with ease.
We have crossed our limit of tolerance,
But have we crossed our limit of renounce?
Only we need is reassurance,
Help god help
We are proud to be Indian,
But why only we are in this situation?
Are we so inferior or so untouchable?
That’s why they feel us so suitable.
Discrimination is not the word to give,
Equality is the word to live,
Love is always that we need,
To regain the world with speed.
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