For no concern
All unconscious Indians cast their votes for no concern
Politicians offer, color T.V. Sarees and some money in turn
Of course some wine bottles to enjoy and go with
Finally to crush the tongue in between teeth
Neither the souls bartered at once can raise voice
Nor can they be reminded with all heavenly promises
Rain may pour any time in five years and dreams may cherish
Nobody may survive to see the roses before they are finished
Democracy here is for scoundrels
They have mastered the art and excelled
Very fine refuge on the floor of house
Fine oratory under the disguise of acting mouse
“It is for gotten” for, by and of the people”
No resistance means absolutely any trouble
Counter offensive in case corruption brought to light
Whole machinery at work to defend wrong does and fights
Crores of rupees wasted on their luxury
All benefits for them passed in hurry
Not a murmur or vote of dissent
Not a single member on that day was absent
How much wastage on food front?
Poor die of starvation but can’t confront
Farmers can’t stage protest or else fired
Complete system sands exposed and tired
Everybody at high level is expert in constitution
Express full faith and allegiance in institution
Not people but we are supreme is only interpretation
We are defender and custodian is only repetition
You may be on run very shortly
So far you were treated courteously
Now you will have protest continuously
That may dig the grave ceremoniously
You will be honored posthumously
For your greed and errors committed seriously
We can show the doors with forced exit
If you don’t come to sense and insist
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Root Out Corruption
We heaved a little sigh
When Indian tri color rose high
It was free air for us to breathe
Entire world was happy and eager with
We won the independence with great struggle
Even though challenges stayed ahead with troubles
Our forefathers visualized India as great and tolerant giant
A truly democratic, peace loving and non defiant
We were like infant in new world
Committed to peace and no part in cold era
Joining world forums for stable and peaceful atmosphere
Where world can live in harmony and peace without fear
Soon we tested the money power
The power was passed in the hands of fewer
It has become game and now total shameless show
World is strangulated and forced to withdraw
Had those leaders been alive today?
They should have wept and thrown the power away
Was this the dream they wanted to realize?
Scoundrels and murders were meant to oblige
The corruption is at its peak
The politicians have captured it with stick
The money is poured in to realize the power
The constitution is subverted to benefit the fewer
National wealth is pushed outside country
The poor nation is at the mercy of almighty
Not millions but billions are siphoned
Illiterate and mafias have totally cloned
It is new breed and now coming on scene
The murderers and gang rapists are freely seen
Not a single work is done without favor
Whole political system needs one tremor
What do we do then to counter such move?
How can we unite and forcibly remove?
Whether to face the game of ballots or bullets?
How can we simply witness such corruption or forget?
Years have gone off after becoming republic
Adding more and more sufferings for poor public
No grains and no food for two square meals
How much loss is reported or revealed?
Food grain is rotting in open railway land
Few more places are allowed to become wetland
More damage means more benefit and gain
Does it not pinch our heart and cause the pain?
I shed tears for all those who have nothing
At least this could offer them meals for something
What do they want from us for honorable living?
We are still harping on democracy and deceiving?
Oh, God befall curse on us and lead to the end
Let the life be over with the foes but not friends
What our people are doing on their own brethren?
Why have they no pity or slight concern?
They have become thick skin persons
Enormous wealth has blinded them with selfish reasons
Even seasons do change after some interval
These culprit politicians wait only for cyclone’s arrival
Not a single field is left for corruption
It goes on unabated without any interruption
Some like minded persons should come forward for its disruption
Else this system will kill us all without any questions
Dictators are far better than these hungry wolves
They have to serve only one master but not for all to involve
Power corrupts all but absolute power corrupts absolutely
The powerful struggle must be waged and faced resolutely
Leave everything behind and form one solid group
Choose the people with integrity and stage a coup
Not coup for causing bloody street battles and cause a misery
But a solid signal of public uprising and conveyed to adversary
It is time to strike at its root
If we really want to enjoy the fruit
The system has failed and caused anxiety
The power has slipped into hands of mighty
It was one revolution that took place
We are determined with it to replace
We want no such system that can keep us hungry
Complete population is up in arms and angry
We shall bring down any such misrule
The politicians are having their hands full
They have no time for public concern
It is now their high time and turns
Not all may be corrupt and criminals
But their performance and inactions baffles
Why can’t they raise their concern in open?
Why do we wait for fruits to ripen?
The farmers are committing suicides
They have no place to cry and confide
High debts and government’s policy drive them to corner
The high handedness may be over sooner or later
Let the bad rulers know that their days are numbered
Their each move may be countered and outnumbered
If not hanging in public place then their place is behind bars
In day time public will show them shining stars
What are we called upon to combat such nuisance?
To express strong resolve in everybody’s presence
Not to yield to any pressure for coming to compromise
Until they take pledge and honestly work with promises
Our forefathers may be lamenting about brewing bubbles
How many people might have sacrificed their lives for independence struggle?
Who were they and what was going to benefit to their families?
No one has answer today about the independence and its utilities
If not death then at least public condemnation
Publicly announce their names with notifications
Let whole world know that these are the public enemies
They have snatched the hard earned money and bread from the families
The red fort can be ideal place for murders, hoarders and black marketers
It can pass the red signals for those who are considered big racketeers
Nothing can be spared for all those who involve in anti national activities
The nation has no dearth for such talents and can demonstrate abilities
Each one from families may have to come forward
With complete resolve to lay down life and not to look back ward
The time ahs come to strike and get rid of such corrupt regime
We will not relent until they are forced to surrender with “ism’
Rise o, country men and knock the corrupt people out
Make them realize that this is their fate and possible route
Nothing can now save them from public ire and wrath
They will be driven away in open and sometimes face the death
We have one of the best systems in world
Only we need to create a safe and new fold
Where rich and poor, businessmen and farmers
Can exist side by side in spring and summer
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Holiest Among Holy Places
Holiest among holy places
Parliament is suppose to be in that case
Which house representatives all races?
To show whole of country with beautiful face
Constitutional fathers pledged
Public sentiments acknowledged
Vowed to be precise and true secular
With no bias in mind to be shown as particular
No cast, color, or creed
No office of profit or crave for greed
Such people were to suppose to with life of supreme sacrifice
Enshrined in constitution such safeguards with high promises
Illiteracy and population played trick
Jackals jumped in fray with wealth and sticks
No one to question and no where to mention
Open field and everything for retention
Laws and ordinances to be enacted at ease
Perks and benefits to find quick release
'You take this and leave this for me'
Grabbers gathered and robbed the tree
New slogan created and strategy planned
No more guilty if by judiciary not banned
Enjoy as much as you can and defy the system
Take out the whole tree along with root and stem
Enter the holy house and escape the arrest
Waste the time, stall the process and eat at cheap rate
Whole nation weeps for waste of food grain
Poor die, farmers' suicide and others suffer pain
We are truly democratic and allow free page
Protect culprits in custody and provide amenity in cage
Millions are spent on maintenance but no rooms for school
Kids can't study and we turn criminals in strength full
We hang no criminals for purchase of votes
Catch no culprit even if bombs they denote
We have intelligence in put but no proof
Leave it to States and allow rain water to leak through roof
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What Democracy?
Is democracy a dream?
The human race aspires to
such things are seldom as they seem.
Although the people have a choice.
They seldom think their choices through
and so the wishes which they voice.
Can be ignored and flagrantly
by those who hold the power reins
which they acquired dishonestly.
The voting system is unfair.
Votes do not carry equal weight.
The major parties do not care.
They are content to wait their turn
To ride upon the gravy train
enjoying perks they do not earn.
If every vote was made to count
Then that would be democracy
Hold politicians to account
for promises they make then break.
Perhaps it’s time to rectify
the present system: Which would take.
a social revolution
to institute democracy.
Instead of the confusion.
The rule of many by the few
who claim they have the peoples vote
A statement patently untrue.
The vote I cast has no value
in this so called democracy
Its very sad but very true.
(10-Oct-07)
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Where these politicians
Where these politicians are taking us for?
Do they think they are materials of hard core?
No fear and sensitivity in their approach
What can we think of or do away with such people?
They claim to be saint politicians
Grab only limited things from public fans
Keep under constant threat with bribery
Now allowing coming out from slavery
Heavy thrust on passing convenient legislations
That can build their empire with sound relations
Enough of money to siphoned off from treasury
And later on to be spent on abroad visits and luxury
Public may die of starvation and under nourishment
No will power to offer resistance with popular movement
Whole democratic powers hacked to their advantage
Skillfully drafted the clauses for with efficiency to manage
Farmer are committing suicide with everything to loose
Politicians are flourishing with level playfield to choose
Amassing wealth and fortunes over night
Where is the will power to protect and fight?
Innocents are sprayed in the street
Demonstrators are button charged and greeted
Where is the respect for freedom of speech?
Who can come forward for lessons to teach?
The clock may not stop pendulum
The resistance maybe offered minimum
If that is not heeded to and honored
Some harsh provisions may be explored
No lust for wealth is satisfied
It is on and on and never fulfilled
It may not end if not forced politically
This can be done by staging the rallies
The political weapon must be used
The violent methods must be refused
It may end the tyrannical rule
Only you take care of not becoming tool
Raise the banner to full extent
Show the readiness with full consent
The political struggles are full of hardships
It may pull you down from the sailing ships
It requires great courage and sacrifice
It has so much to do with given promises
It may come down to laying down of life
Leaving behind parents, children and wife
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Money Corruption / I Am Your Man
(sung by chorus)
We are sick and tired
Of being promised this and that.
We work all day, we sweat and slave
To keep the wealthy fat.
They fill our heads with promises
And bamboozle us with facts,
Then they put on false sincerity
Then they laugh behind our backs.
1st chorus
Money and corruption
Are ruining the land
Crooked politicians
Betray the working man,
Pocketing the profits
And treating us like sheep,
And were tired of hearing promises
That we know theyll never keep.
Money and corruption
(etc. repeat 1st chorus above)
Promises, promises, all we get are promises.
Show us a man wholl understand us, guide us and lead us.
We are sick and tired
Of having to ask them cap in hand
We crawl on the floor
We beg for more,
But still we are ignored.
Were tired of being herded
Like a mindless flock of sheep
And were tired of hearing promises
That we know theyll never keep.
1st chorus
Money and corruption
Are ruining the land
Crooked politicians
Betray the working man,
Pocketing the profits
And treating us like sheep,
And were tired of hearing promises
We know theyll never keep.
Weve got to stand together
Every woman, every man,
Because money and corruption are ruining the land.
Show us a man wholl be our saviour and will lead us.
Show us a man wholl understand us, guide us and lead us.
Show us a man.
Workers of the nation unite.
Workers of the nation unite.
(mr. black sings)
I visualise a day when people will be free
And well be living in a new society.
No class distinction, no slums or poverty
I have a vision of a new society.
And every home will have a stereo and tv,
A deep freeze, quadrasonic and a washing machine.
So workers of the nation unite.
I am your man
Ill work out a five-year plan
So vote for me brothers
And I will save this land
And we will nationalise the wealthy companies
And all the directors will be answerable to me,
Therell be no shirking of responsibilities
So people of the nation unite.
Union man Ill work with you hand in hand
For were all brothers to our union man.
I am your man,
Oh God how I love this land,
So join together save the fatherland.
I visualize a day when people will be free
And well be living in a new society.
No class distinction, no slums or poverty,
So workers of the nation unite,
Workers of the nation unite,
People of the nation unite.
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The Anna Hazare Phenomenon (India's Anti-corruption Struggle)
A man in his mid-seventies
A freedom fighter veteran
Fights against a mammoth vice
’Tis Anti corruption!
Alone he fights and defies
The Government for his fast;
He can’t have his ways with ease
Nation watches aghast!
Freedom for a freed nation!
That’s what most people want;
Gone too high has corruption;
People join with a chant.
Democracy does not work,
Riddled by problems great;
Voters turn almost berserk;
Politicians, they hate.
Why give mandate for corrupt?
Let people introspect;
Struggles should not peace disrupt,
The law, we must respect.
The old man will not give up fast;
The bill must involve all;
People unite more than in past;
It is a clarion call.
Yet, no one is above law;
The issue is too big;
No law made is without flaw;
‘A wig remains a wig! ’
One can’t stall the Parliament;
Democracy must win;
A large nation’s one big lament
‘Just root out corruption! ’
The problem is so colossal;
The government’s in a fix;
All expect a miracle,
That needs a magic mix.
Quick victory is not in sight;
The menace must be curbed;
It requires the people’s might;
No use being perturbed.
People from all walks of life
Join Anna Hazare;
Corruption is big a strife;
Vijay ho, hamare!
dedicated to all Indians who fight for a just cause
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Nation awakes
Total seizure and encroachment of human rights
Without shedding blood or offering fights
Easy walk over under the disguise
Of parliament supremacy and voter’s franchise
Once a leader always a leader
Public failed to read them as reader
All laws and rules meant for public
That has been impetrated as republic
Murderers and mafias can attack at will
Parliament is refuge for thieves to kill
Two birds with one stones
Protection on one side and seat as throne
Without shedding blood or offering fights
Easy walk over under the disguise
Of parliament supremacy and voter’s franchise
Weak judiciary amounting delay in justice
Kept strength at low and not fulfilling the promises
Natural wealth is stolen in day light
Where are the human rights activists to fight?
Beggars rule the national front
Daily corruption comes to light and confront
Right minded people think about real democracy
Who has the real power in hand with supremacy?
Can we not recall people’s representatives?
Can we not decide the fate of natives?
Why wolves are allowed free roam in the streets?
Why can we not amend the rules for expectations to meet?
It is firm resolve not to allow total eclipse
It will meet stiff resistance and response
No one can take it granted where people rule
Not a single or powerful man must try to make them fool
It is awareness and aspirations
Where so many things pose questions
Nation can not progress with empty belly
All measures may stand useless and silly
Poor must find place and say
They can’t be denied rights and pushed away
Entire nation may burn
And turn in rubbles and ruins
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Rest With People
Power should rest with people
No one should cause any trouble
It has to be free country with freedom dissent
Not all should be granted or to be taken for assent
Of course power by the people, for the people and of the people
But power not to be cornered by and centered with any single
This gives rise to concentration of wealth by limited persons
They will adopt the ways contrary to for the various reasons
No body should be placed above law
Policy should be crystal cleared and devoid of any flaw
How can hungry nation face the onslaught of any large scale corruption?
When nation is mourning the deaths of farmers with lots of questions
National wealth is taken out of country and placed in secret vault
Still corrupt politicians are no ready to address the faults
Inhuman atrocity committed on peaceful demonstration
And now will power exposed for the power concentration
Why such powers can not be divested by country people?
How can handful of people take caw in hand and impose will?
How can country grant liberty under the guise of democracy?
Only people’s can will prevail and assert the supremacy
Why can’t the traitors be hanged in open?
Why issues relating to corruption can not be reopened?
What is worrying them to expose the nexus and modus operand?
How can country be called republic and clear the stand?
Innocent people can’t be brutally attacked at night
Had they come to interrupt the city life or to fight?
Any lawlessness can’t be tolerated for a second
But brutal behavior must be totally condemned
Where are we heading for future action?
Waiting for corrupt people to come spoil harmony with any reaction?
The country demands explanation from unlawful higher ups
Either they reform themselves or make exit and shut up
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Nothing In Our Arsenal
Justice delayed is justice denied
Often said in open but never tried
Every one uses it in its own gain
Only poor suffer and under go the pain
Only but civilized society is to be blamed
They don't come out in open and ideology shared
They conduct seminars and offer lectures
Ideas never float and thus block the future
Votes are sold in open and they don't venture out
Stay at home with family and only talk about
Every body wants to be millionaire overnight
Democracy has become lame and lacks will power to fight
Forget about legal systems in any country
It can't be left to the domain of anybody
People should have to take care
Properly address the system and nurture
Big industrial houses openly support
Involve in tug of war and take ship at the port
Lot many cartels of self interest are on board
The country as whole has to bear the load
The scenario has been completely changed
The criminals are on forefront and system efficiently managed
Everybody is made of clay and exposed to greed
Where can you provide effective machinery to lead?
No one may come out in open and participate
Everybody may dream of beautiful country and leave it to fate
No nightangle may come of its own and sing of patriotism
We need n such imaginary happiness but only humanism
I wish to be part of global happiness
Where it is not marred by color, cast creed or race
Where independent systems rule to the benefit of people and country
Then only there may appear real joy and place to enjoy beauty
Why people should die of hunger elsewhere?
Why at all countries should wage wars?
Why innocents should die in streets and suffer?
Have we nothing in our arsenal to offer?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Freedom at last
Many years have been passed since we gained independence
It was not solitary case or mere simple incidence
It had come to end after centuries of subjugation
And achieved after prolonged struggle for status elevation
It is dram come true from slave country to a sovereign state
Finally sealing of billions of people’s aspirations and fate
Joy and cheers for whole of county and to breathe free air
With complete resolve to take on millions with care
Soon country may have a sigh of relief from foreign rule
The feeling was running high with addition of rumors and fuels
We were going to be master of our own destiny
A role entrusted to new occupants but desired by many
What we find today after freedom struggle?
Has it brought any material change with troubles?
Are we in real sense free and move without fear?
Has it not added more woes and agony to bear?
Nothing has changed in our own homeland
We are homeless and alien in our own land
No roof on our top and illiteracy rate very high
We are left alone to fate as high and dry
The gulf has been widened and poor are made to suffer
We have shown them day light dreams but have nothing to offer
Ordinary man can not have two square meals a day
Our dreams are shattered and hopes are dashed away
Farmers commit suicide and uniform people are gunned down
Law and orders is nobody’s concern and certainly well known
People were never dejected even under occupation forces
Today we have nothing but fear, deaths and only remorse
Still we are better than those dying daily praying in holy places
Whom to pray and whom to trust rather than feeling pity for races?
What a mosque or what a church to go in for asking peace!
The sentiments are at low ebb and human relation on freeze
If this is what it goes by definition then we may desire tyranny
At least democracy is not misunderstood and looks funny
Country’s wealth is cornered and sent abroad for future use
Country is burning at home and no means available to defuse
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Wall Street
On the wall of Facebook of uncertainty
your blog is written-
A Street that swirls to Capitalism.
What to occupy?
Anarchy, Crash, War, or a History?
JP Morgan, Daniel Drew, Jay Gould or the WTO?
Prairie farmers, urban workers middle sizes traders
denounced 'Money Trust';
ultimately trusted money.
Progressive Reformers charged the 'Devil Fish'
degrading democracy;
finally joined to loot the other people's money.
Working -class socialists welcomed the money street
as a transit route toward collective ownership;
now distrusted.
It is not a Chinese wall-street
that encircled the capital
It is an American firewall that
engulfed the world in Seattle.
War came war went Wall Street is high
Capital comes Capital goes
No one can still occupy.
Because Money is Honey, Money is moral
Money can not die
Protest comes and protest goes
Wall Street erects high.
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Sharp shooters
We will need more sharp shooters,
More crowd to play as hooters,
Banks to be kept open for looters,
More violence in films for viewers,
All available for negligible amount,
No records and no cash account,
When more worries and trouble mount,
All come in force and their presence count,
No names no involvement and finished from the scene,
Assassins fire shots which nobody is keen,
Fleeing from scenes easy as not always seen,
Threats completely removed as there had been,
They are all integral part of the system,
Liquidation is process and not always custom,
If hired crowds not there then who will shout?
It is dirty game and nothing to think about,
Scoundrels play the game and not always seen,
Not easy to formant trouble so not very keen,
But show has to be carried and need henchman,
Let people die then who is man or woman,
When rulers break the rule no one can protect,
Nothing will work even mounting strong protest,
It is beginning of downfall and strong acid test,
They will try to crush and use means best,
Nothing can work bullets or ballots,
People may vanish who work as parrots,
No yes man or stooge can last longer,
Truth will prevail and not last the monger,
New scene may emerge on simple ruins,
New currency can be made in form of coins,
Strong public opinion and enforcement of laws,
All will flee the scene including outlaws
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Do You Really Believe?
It is a natural fact of life that we human beings believe in
one thing or another – either tangible or intangible
The belief system of individual is sometimes determined by
parental heritage, place of birth, religion and societal values
We all grow up believing in many things our parents believe in
By the time we finish high school, our belief system transforms
The transformation occurs through our perception of the society
as influenced by our daily contact with classmates and neighbors
By the time we graduate from colleges and universities
Our belief system metamorphosed to a new level
through our interactions and relationships with the society
What do you really believe?
It is a known fact that many people believe in a Supreme Being
Different names are attributed to this Supreme Being
The name varies from one geographical location to another
The name also differs from one religion to another
To several people, the Supreme Being in known as God
To many mystics, the Supreme Being is called Universal Intelligence
What do you really believe?
Numerous people believe it is allright to eat all kinds of foods
While some believe it is wrong to eat animals and animal products
These people called vegans say that all animals are our friends
Therefore, nobody has the right to slaughter their friends for food
What do you really believe?
Almost everybody believe in the power of money
to solve all their problems and end their difficulties
Some say, even if money cannot make you happy
at least, money will give you peace of mind
What do you really believe?
It is true that what we believe influences our overall perception
Our belief system affects our approach to work ethics
Our belief system shapes our attitude to friends and neighbors
It is right time to search your conscience and ask yourself
What do I really believe?
Whatever may be your beliefs, please enjoy yourself
because you may never pass this road again.
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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The Great Indian Resurgence, 2011
One brave Indian fights a non-violent war
One old man crusades against an old issue – Corruption
One arrest has got the support of a hundreds more
But can this one great man pull off a big victory
for the people, by the people of India?
Will corrupt representatives clean their favourable system?
Will money-lovers stem their flow of easy money?
Will love of money abate and welfare of masses predominate?
Will the Government realise its responsibilities and accountability?
Can a crowd dictate to the Parliament?
Can a bill be passed by coercion by a throng?
Can people control the functions of the Parliament on all issues?
Can mass fasting work out a miracle?
This is an on-going war and it is far from over;
This is a Herculean struggle for all Indians against the menace of corruption;
It is just a show of solidarity against a common man’s affliction.
Anyway, it is a very good start.
Anna Hazare has led a bold effort for the country;
It is a sacred war that transcends all diversities;
So far, so good, the fast is paying off;
The rich are scared by this honest movement.
Justice may not prevail as some good souls expect
It is just the beginning of a good end
But the end may not come too soon
Only God can decide a good outcome.
So, patience must rule all hearts;
A ‘give and take policy’ is best for all;
Indian democracy is beset by numerous problems;
A sample awareness of ‘people’s power’ has been created;
Let us all await a good result!
(19-08-11)
poem by John Celes
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Anna Hazare A strong old man Fights corruption For the people Of his country
Anna Hazare
A strong old man
Has taken the nation
By storm
Fights corruption
For the people
Of his country
Lives in a temple
Without a family
On others mercy
With meager means
Politicians see him
As an enemy
Afraid of being caught
Corrupt deeds
Getting exposed
People at large
Support his mission
Of honesty
Pray to god daily
Honesty overtakes
Corruption finally
Brings smile
On the faces of people
Of his country
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First Past The Post
We should have a law that requires all Canadians to vote,
So looser politicians cannot feel so pompous and remote,
Because what the system of first-past-the-post denotes,
That the winner can win with a small proportion of the votes.
It’s all very nice if there are only two politicians running,
But if there are three or more the results could be stunning,
Because the combined votes of the loosers can be much more,
But the winner takes all and the constituents should deplore.
Therefore the majority of people are not represented,
And they are not allowed to show that they are discontented,
And the system can’t be changed because this is how it’s arranged,
Many many looser politicians who want nothing to change.
Dec 17th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Early Works - The Indians Had It Right
For The Native Americans
The Indians had it right
when they said white man
speaks with fork tongue.
The Indians spoke with politicians
whose words twisted
like a snake in the grass,
whose promises broke like piecrust.
The politicians claim to fame
was their broken words.
“Oh yes this will be your promised land”
then whisper to themselves
“when we send you to an early grave.”
“Oh come along and vote for me
(for I will put you there.)
I’ll take the milk from your child’s mouth
and make him illiterate as well.
Don’t worry just vote for me.
Date unknown.
Authors Note:
This poem is dedicated to all the tribes of Native Americans for their tenacity in front of the white men who stole their lands.
poem by David Harris
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In Democracy People Are Supreme
In democracy people are supreme
People elected their representatives
And sent to parliament to make laws
On behalf of them.
To make democracy a success
Endemic protest is necessary
To make the representatives in order
They should cautioned.
People are the soul of parliament
Parliament can change but not people
People are the root parliament is foot.
Come to the people O parliamentarian
O representatives of people
People are your master
You are there in different posts to
Serve the people and to do all welfare works.
Democratic institutions are for the people
Without people the state is a big zero
In democracy people are supreme
Do not handle the people in whim.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Give me blood
'Give me blood, I will give you freedom'
The great son and patriot gave invitation with slogan
I shall take you to the shore of liberty
You deserve it by right and not by charity
Was it vision, love for country or pure wisdom?
These words can be heard seldom
Have we not bartered our freedom to few members?
Hardly few may find place now to remember
Country has become house hold of few
They have little time spare or no time or view
It is forced dynastic rule with no future for people
Praise the dynasty, have blessings and rule
Whom do we blame for such down fall?
The self rule for people without dashing against wall
Was it calculated move to pass on the helm of affairs?
Still to term it as great struggle and very fair
Country passing in turmoil and hungry foxes cry foul
Not responding to conscience and searching soul
Who else can rise from the grave and lead us to dreamland
Where our forefathers promised us a free land
Why did they all sacrifice life for nothing?
Was it the only aim to gain something?
They may be watching helplessly from heaven
In which way our heroic struggle has been proven?
Why all tall promises are made everyday?
The poor have nothing to fill in belly for a day
Life has become cheap and no means to lead a way
What are they all talking of subway, highway or motor way?
We shall be true republic and in every sense secular
We shall have not only peace and security in particular
But will power to quench the thrust of millions of hungry
All these only after firing at restless mob turning angry
We have nothing to offer poor a shelter
We have no planning to see welfare and cater
We can swallow not in millions but only in billions
One corrupt player watches another to enter on stage from pavilion
The freedom has become joke and an instrument
To establish rule of scoundrels with money and muscle movement
Where from all these countless money are poured in
What is there to rejoice on any republic day for win?
Let us not shed any tears or feel sad for departed souls?
They were not scammers, statute politicians but idiots and fools?
Why no father advised them what will be fate of their freedom struggle?
The country will be turned in wrestling ground and free for grab in jungles
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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People are afraid
The people are not afraid when they resume routine
As they have left all worries to the power divine
Worship the God and he may provide the means to dine
Rest all will be looked after when time turns fine
The poor must stay where they are supposed
The doors must remain as it is and almost closed
The system we talk about is for all those
Who live under constant fear to be deposed?
Does any one not know that justice is purchased?
Do we not know democracy is hijacked and chased?
We all know but have the patience to witness
We have turned coward and remained brut on face
Why at all we need delayed justice?
Did we not give pledge and promises?
To uphold the sanctity and decorum of the institution
Breach the rules and still uphold the constitution?
We need action packed program
Safe travel in rail, bus or tram
All essential items within reach
We need no hollow words to teach
We are governed by the laws
But has many flaws
Justice is delayed
Even death sentence is stayed
It has been eclipsed
Opportunity is missed
Country must be given first priority
Nothing should be taken away as charity
Let it be governed for the people
Poor, rich have taken part in struggle
Let it be shared with honor and peace
Life must be lived with joy and at ease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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