As your followers, O! Gandhiji
We remember you yearly, twice
Once on your birth anniversary
And the second on your death anniversary
Both the times a heartly tribute we pay
But as followers, we never place truth in
our lives.
We always believe in knife, smoking, drinking and sex
These are the necessities of our comfort
You remained half naked to dress the poor of
India
And we are interested in undressing the women of India
In the name of religion and tradition
Just for satisfaction, we behave to try
For our enjoyment we use other's cry
Your monkeys are here to guide us
And your name to inspire us.
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