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the system
Growing up in a crippled nation,
Breeding on the peoples disbelief,
Seeing them ignore the madness around,
Of a government against its own people,
They tell us it’s a system for the good of people,
They tell us its something we should follow
It’s a system of a bomb killing innocent people,
Of people supposedly fighting in the name of god,
Through religions they themselves have made
It’s a system of a child starving to death,
Because the ministers were busy throwing mics in the parliament
It’s a system of a 1000 dying by a quake,
And ten times more after cause the relief fund was stuck in too deep in the ministers pocket,
It’s a system producing suicidal farmers,
Cause the crops died due to lack rain,
While the nearby dam project,
Under construction for 20 dry years,
Was caught up in another court battle
It’s a system of dry taps and polluted mornings,
Cause our contractor was too busy drinking scotch at a party last night,
It’s a system of college dropouts, juvenile delinquents and religious fanatics,
Becoming politicians and representing us in our so called body of the people,
It’s a system of a nation behaving like a mob,
Rioting and burning on the streets for reasons they don’t even understand
It’s a system of anger, of hate, of jealousy towards the other caste, the other village, the other family, the other person,
It’s a system of a smart young mba, forgetting the roots of his existence,
Forgetting his town, his nation, feeding his family in a foreign land he now is trying to make his own, because he never had his country, a nation he could be proud of
All his country ever gave to him,
Was the system.
