But We The Subjects - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
No king, no queen,
But we, the subjects
Are the worst sufferers.
No land, no farms,
But we, the farmers
Are forced to commit suicide.
For nothing we are
Doing our business and
Exploiting each other.
We said we are free,
But we are our own subjugators.
No one is there to give us relief
In any manner that we know
From our own activities.
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