The son who cried!!!!

Gnawed away by her sons
raped beyond repair
My mother nation lays in gloom
shrouded by despair

One after another is lost
coffers of sinners fill,
The fact remains they steal from brother
and sisters own they kill

Poverty grips a stranglehold
still they scream advancement
cities grow the villages burn
the leaders truth defiant

No leader of men we see
no man with honour bestowed
A few good men fight to the end
the feelings are restored

Our ancestors had pined a lot
their blood for us they shed
but an independence gained in beggary
not but Netaji's red

If you know,If you feel
if you realise your flaws
try to make the next man understand
Where it it all went wrong

The freak show starts and it goes on
illiterate clowns look in awe
Where is the education promised to us
sixty years ago??

Still Harijans drink from dead wells
Dalits burn by night
No one seems to care anymore
theirs is a forgotten plight.

India shining,economy growing
deals with uncle SAM
rotting granaries scream to empty
they feed foreigners spam.

Where is the socialism,the secularity ,the freedom
why are movies banned
why must there be a censor board
I still do not understand.

What would the great men say
when they turn in their graves
All seems lost all seems doomed
But INDIA is Great I SAY!!!