What kind of men are you?
Simply for cheap adoration
You pretend yourself as servant
But cheating our master
With the help of foreign language!
People are suffering like anything,
Even leaving the native villages
In search of jobs at other places
But you are enjoying your life
In their tax-money.
You care not the truth,
But taking shelter of falsehood
To serve your own purpose
At the cost of others.
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