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Je Na Sais Quoi He moans,
"Oh! Calcutta;
Why do you sink?
In cauldron
Of cacophony,
Degrading hoodwinks.
Oh! Calcutta;
Why do you hide?
Behind the monolithic
'Might is right.'
Oh! Calcutta;
Where have you gone?
Emerge from the hiding
Out -- of the bygone.
Oh! Calcutta
The place of my birth
Your vandals go Scot-free
Without any guilty thought.
Oh! Calcutta
You writhe in pain
The potbellies pocket, all in your name."
He demands,
"Hang politics, treacherous intrigues
Return her honour; her stolen glories."
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