The Beloved leader was thumping
Proudly his well declared manly chest
In the square nigh the glorious House
Over three years he’s fared so honest
And in striking his armed surgery
On the terrorizing mountain mouse!
At that moment, in an Indian village
A mother was beating her chest in grief
For her dear young son had been slain
By some foot soldiers of a narrow brief
In a joyous season on a happy travel
The boy fell amidst rumble of the train!
Cry, Mother India cry, it’s a day to mourn
The Doctrine rules on the land’s throne
His wishes are laws, the Law at his side
He breaks bridges, exclusion is his tone
Power is his aim masked in holy shroud
Chasms in hearts, he digs deep and
wide!
Wed, June 28, 2017
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