The red beacon on the VIP car
Has been bid goodbye
With a volume of fanfare;
Bereft of bullying flash
That shoved commoners aside
Doesn’t the fleet look bare?
“Every Indian is a VIP!”
So declares the Honorable
Praiseworthy noise, I’m proud!
Though I have no car to follow
The zooming, security convoy
With the pilot siren loud!
I’m a victim of bullying
Of arm twisting by musclemen
By the baton-wielding militia;
They coerce me to lift up
Their slogans and tow their line
VIP I am of mutilated criteria!
Xavier Bage
Fri, April 21, 2017
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