Dedicated to Kashmir, and to an old jesuit ... father Stanley.
Leaders in my country
Build gigantic statues on 3000 crore budgets
Instead of schools, roads, proper drainages and toilettes.
Open excretions still prevail
the stink persist from the multiple political speeches, promises and propagandas
Broadcasted on tv for mass brainwashing.
On indépendance day they salute the flags
the army parade clowning around patriotic farces
Next day
the same planned riots, murders, forthcoming élections schemes and religious issues of
Who ate the cow, or who didnt drink the urine, or who didnt bow before its dung.
When the british left we recovered their methods
--The taxes.
Wé threw them out to sit in their chairs
to do the same things in new texts and legislations
New tax collectors
Taxes to eat, shit, pee, and breathe.
Tax money spend when a minister goes out
Or changes his mind and comes in, or to pay for his appendicitis operated in the US hospitals
As if they ones in the country had neglected standards
The minister returns post-op, he returns with diplomatic immunity custom passes his gold loaded bagages.
Now,
Watch out for the new taxes on democracy.
For having said this much, i ve become a national traitor, a terrorist, a threat to my country's security
À framedup warrant on my head
For not loving my country in their terms
For not becoming ready To be a ' dumb fuck citizen.'
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