We live in India,
It is our Mother Land,
But we have given it,
To the politician's corrupt hands;
Back in the 40′s,
When Gandhi Ji fought,
In the schools,
Patriotism was taught;
After our freedom,
From Britishers we became free,
And now for our corrupt nation,
We cannot blame thee;
Back in the past,
When our soldiers were great,
Our 'now enemy' nation,
Pakistan was our mate;
For our support,
Anna Ji protested,
But our cruel government,
Had him arrested;
For the safety of India,
Great and brave soldiers bleed,
But there is still gossip,
About the politician's greed;
There are many scams,
Like the one of coal,
In which our politicians,
Greatly played their role;
There is Mr. A. Raja,
Who did the 2G scam,
But now resting in his bungalow,
He's eating bread and jam;
The condition of India,
Is going bad to worse,
And now the youths will have,
To save it from corruption's curse;
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