Where These Politicians Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Where these politicians are taking us for?
Do they think they are materials of hard core?
No fear and sensitivity in their approach
What can we think of or do away with such people?

They claim to be saint politicians
Grab only limited things from public fans
Keep under constant threat with bribery
Now allowing coming out from slavery

Heavy thrust on passing convenient legislations
That can build their empire with sound relations
Enough of money to siphoned off from treasury
And later on to be spent on abroad visits and luxury

Public may die of starvation and under nourishment
No will power to offer resistance with popular movement
Whole democratic powers hacked to their advantage
Skillfully drafted the clauses for with efficiency to manage

Farmer are committing suicide with everything to loose
Politicians are flourishing with level playfield to choose
Amassing wealth and fortunes over night
Where is the will power to protect and fight?

Innocents are sprayed in the street
Demonstrators are button charged and greeted
Where is the respect for freedom of speech?
Who can come forward for lessons to teach?

The clock may not stop pendulum
The resistance maybe offered minimum
If that is not heeded to and honored
Some harsh provisions may be explored

No lust for wealth is satisfied
It is on and on and never fulfilled
It may not end if not forced politically
This can be done by staging the rallies

The political weapon must be used
The violent methods must be refused
It may end the tyrannical rule
Only you take care of not becoming tool

Raise the banner to full extent
Show the readiness with full consent
The political struggles are full of hardships
It may pull you down from the sailing ships

It requires great courage and sacrifice
It has so much to do with given promises
It may come down to laying down of life
Leaving behind parents, children and wife