The Petty, Miserable Indian Blur!


Women persecuted,
Bruises and scars linger,
Victimized and raped,
Souls in terror.
These evils in my nation anchor,
While I simply sulk in anger,
Living with the petty, miserable Indian slander!

Lives valued no longer,
Except of power mongers,
Money with hoi-polloi no longer,
Life only for who launder,
These evils in my nation anchor,
While I merely rot in a dingy corner,
Living with the petty, miserable Indian slander!

They speak of culture, of history and future,
All we have but are pitiable natures,
With crooks and politicians winning life’s wagers,
Our lives this malignant apathy endangers,
These evils in my nation anchor,
While I simply suffocate in this land yonder,
Living with the petty, miserable Indian slander!

No child, no adult feel safer,
Tormentors or defenders we wonder,
Power with those a wretched blunder,
In seats of power they ponder,
To grow manifolds their foul plunder.
These evils in my nation anchor,
While I merely struggle in feral thunder,
Living with the petty, miserable Indian slander!



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