for promises that politicians owe.
The leaders are the same all over,
building bridges on unseen river!
They squeeze out every penny
until the poor do not have any.
Being pushed, back to the wall -
They would fight before they fall.
An empty gut and a sad heart -
This is how all rebellions start.
In two classes, society is torn -
This is how protests are born.
Not enough that a torch is lit -
Every man must do his bit.
Flame must be there, always burn -
A holy sacrifice, in each one's turn.
Prasenjit©2022
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