They: The Leaders Poem by Divyjyoti Sharma

They create, we follow.
They detoriate, we become hollow.
They form, we accept.
without thinking whats the basic concept.

We are powerful, they are not,
but we do nothing, with what we've got.

The rules they make,
are formed at out stake.

We become puppets, and they are controllers.
As usual, they put the whole burden on our shoulders.

We are so many, they are few,
But still we have to suffer, aah peawh! !

They use us and profits are gained,
But the expected standard, is never maintained.

They were amongst us and see where they've reached.
But they never think, of what they had preached.

We are the ones, who made them sit there.
They'll grow like bamboo, if got spared.

With the passage of time, worses situations.
this in turn, increases our complications.

They illiterete, make all rules.
And we all follow them, like stupid fools.

We live in one place, but we are divided.
We'er never happy, in what is provided. [by god]

We always want more,
let the path we follow be sour.

We are selfish, we never accept.
All indians are brothers and sisters, we reject.

We don't care, what they say
And therefore, they, with our lives play.

Who are they? - the leaders.
They conquer our lives, like land by creepers.

If we don't stand,
To make better our land.
We'll suffer in the storm,
And so will our future generations for long.

So stop being humble,
If you don't want to get crumble.
Under the pressure of these vampires,
Who are the ones, we hier.