The Gods Practise Favoritism... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The people who are vested with check and balance,
Collaborate with one another to cheat and abuse,
The people of a country suffer and poverty maximize,
Those who vote to elect these hypocrites have become fools.

Brother, agree with me that we are fools,
To live in this country of rules of jungle,
Where the strong and fierce can pierce the flesh,
Roar from the top, announcing the success.

We can change the candidates to select the different flag,
We have the freedom to speak aloud, but have no audience,
What we cry, has reached the deaf ears of our policy makers,
We haven't seen the prosperous dawn, streets devoid of its dwellers.

Something is wrong the way we administer our country,
The rich are not comfortable; always have the fear of betrayal,
The poor are not suspicious that they are abused to be dry,
We can easily blame our Gods for whatever happens in our life.

If it is God's will, why do our brothers have enough food?
If it is God's curse, why are brothers in foreign countries happy?
If it is the play of our Gods, who aren't they tested?
Are our Gods too partial to torture us, poor people of all countries?