Have you ever seen a land void of love and care?
Have you seen a crowd of humans in anger and despair?
Brainwashed, hollow, no spark, only vacant stares,
Come, come with me, you will find them here.
Have you seen this amount of whataboutery and propaganda unleashed?
Media-spineless creepers, their fuhrer a beast.
Sanghis & bhakts; in their toxic arts,
Money their crutch to power, poison in their hearts.
A land of oppressors justifying the pain of the oppressed,
Low testosterone, vulgar glance, faux fifty-six–inch chest.
They play on the same team; extreme saffron blended with extreme green,
Hand in glove when women’s rights are to be seen.
Different colors, same demons concealed,
Plucking heartstrings of the weak, wounds unhealed.
A generation and its future ruined; scars running deep,
Status quo, me-too bros, crony capitalist creeps.
Do you wish to see the land where your televised reality ends?
Where your fuhrer refuses to go and pretend?
Understand the machinery: All institutions compromised;
Peter’s Principle lives: All posts to be headed by spineless imbeciles whose decisions cannot be justified.
Come; take a glance; dare to take a stare.
Come; come with me. I will take you there.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 