You believe that this fascist will make things better
So you have coloured
your finger
Taken a selfie and posted on Twitter
Feeling proud having exercised your right as a voter.
Change, development,
Progress and empowerment
You love to hear them, so they are spoken about often
While millions get siphoned off quietly like death entering
a coffin.
One who cares, dares,
But gets slapped on the face climbing down the stairs
In an ancient city lined with 33 crore gods
Better senses will prevail, but what are the odds?
Meanwhile beyond the mountain and the jungle, bullets fly
Fathers die
Mothers raped and hung to dry
Children cry.
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