I sat with my mind in turmoil
Quest in mid way left to foil
Who a greater fool than me?
Who amicable listens to see?
If harm is really done
Or all a chain reaction
Nation stands at this cross road
Men in power; gimmicks can not afford
Then the truth its head small lifts
My self too, from depression shifts
To the regular happy chirpy self
As problems on the table from the shelf
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