They tear down the poor to slivered shreds Rob honest folks of their daily bread Set out to destroy people’s reputation In a form of frenzied manipulation To tie them up in iron chains of derision They lie, rape, lynch, pilfer, plunder and kill But their journey in social status is always uphill They are protected by the netas of the land So no one can question their wicked stands They murder with machetes knives and guns They strut around free and never on the run Covered shielded always by the man on the top They pull and direct strings on big puppet cops When the netas keep passing the blundering buck But how will they flourish on fabricated luck? How long will netas play the big blame game? Live in denial that things are going horribly insane? That young girl raped, and her family murdered Voices silenced forever and no one ever heard her But the jungle raj roars on empowered by the netas Who to heinous killers they call them their betas They crown them with flowers, medals and garlands And reward them to riches, position, and stardom But remember, all people with jungle raj fall Hitler, Mussolini, Mou Si Tung, Sadam Hussain All hit the ground hard to God’s destined call So while they think no one knows and is watching Time is catching up and their judgement dropping History shows all jungle rajs’ and liars fell down They lost their glory and they lost every crown Because the race is not to the diabolic swift and strong The day discerns from night and from right to wrong And judgement has its day to end diabolic throngs
Rita F. Kurian
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