Wednesday, September 26, 2012

My Camera Has Gone Rusty Corroded The To The Core

good things
of life
in my street world
exist no more
migrants all
like never before
from where they
come their leaders
built fucked elephants
fucked parks fucked
statues spend taxpayers
money sab sale chor
garib ko mile nahi
do waqt ki roti yeh
banyae crore
money does not grow
on trees ..no uproar
if all the scam money
all the robbed wealth
of the nation was bought
back the common mans
wife would not need
to whore on the pleas
of the poor debauched
democracy of the poor
by the poor for the poor
has also shut its doors
god above tired with
festivities shut eyes snores
the beggar bangs his head
at gods temple whines
implores .. the system
scores .. when it rains
misfortune .it over pours
robbed wealth in swiss
banks across the shores

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