The capital, the city, the king,
The prime minister- they suck
Everything from us.
They make us grow, and
Compel to sell us at a price
Decided by them.
They steal our plates and
Self-esteem. They savour it
To fart in English and Hindi.
And if we hold our noses
In disgust, they hold us
In contempt for talking-
In our dialects, while their
Mouth is an actual ass that
Gives away loads of shit.
One language, one religion,
One spectrum of stench,
At the expense of my village?
With a knife in our throats,
You snatch our Golden Goose.
And in the name of nationalism
You force us to believe,
That we stole your eggs?