The dream of poor's nation unsure on earth,
The claim of leaders leading poor is lie,
The aim of leaders taking devils mirth,
Innocent poor believe their wicked lie.
A maze of votes was framed to busy all,
To take on full control some rules were made,
Respect of uniform was taught to all,
The officers taught to behave as mad,
The system is made to control the poor,
Because they are exist in more and more.
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Author:
Devender Kumar (
Online)
- Published: July 5th, 2025 09:49
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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