Politics is a dirty game
For the people who have no shame
They say, they can sell our country for money
But aren’t we bothered a little honey
Rape, extortion, murder are the crimes at large
But bothered are we only for a new car in our garage
Our duty for our country ends in a day
It’s when we vote for the candidate who pays
Cry for the hikes in petrol, food and no rain
But think not for a minute when you waste these for no gain
Is our country a hunting ground?
For people come, throw bombs and play with lives around
We light candles, run in marathons for what we lost
But no one raises voice because the life luxury is at cost
Countrymen take pledge every time to save humankind
Little is remembered as time passes and all become blind
I blame myself for what we are today
My duty is not just to vote and enjoy Sundays
Politics is not a dirty game, but we are
Who have lost faith in human and kindness is too far
© Vinay Vernekar
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