Spirit of traitor Jai Chand and Meer Jaffer;
Those are now on our most flattered rule
Reside on that mountaintop, decadents jeer;
But the mindless nation is mute in tear.
The coward stuff is all stand and still,
Dumb and cramped glee, like a sermon from the hill;
As dark night of winter at the mill,
Dancing with Marshalls Secular, men, most immoral.'
At first light, crossways the Lutyens' tower;
Shamelessly pushing rogues from their bower,
Hiding deeds blacks of the Marshalls' life order,
Nation is tapped by wrecker secular Marshalls here!
The scams, quotas, vulgar art and thirsty staff, still,
And terror, red and green grew the Marshalls' mill,
And this is what we see at last, their feelings matters will:
All honour unto snatched, by Jai and Jaffer drill.
By words and acts of such who lead the nation to hell,
Sadly this tale is for all from mountain to well,
Unknown to un-worthy Marshalls as 'man most immoral, '
Follow them as Gods but they are rogue Marshall, Secular.
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