Poem: We are hungry

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1. Politician says...

We are not hungry,

but who denies the desserts?

Vote for our party,

you'll love our efforts.

We are all like a family,

helping our deceased, aged mother.

All we need is your blessings,

Big Brother,

pocket-full of currency

and a black leather blazer.

Forget our records,

why to dig the graves of the past?

We fell in the politics of blame game,

all the allegations were simply lame.

We follow the Mahatma,

we believe in patience.

We'll soon be better

than all other nations.

There will be smile, in every next door,

there will be no distress.

just be  with us till the end,

your work is in progress.

2. Common Man says...

We are hungry

but too lazy to cook.

For that we voted some faithful workers,

they all turned out to be crook.

We are resilient and helpless,

just like our deceased, aged mother.

You decide our fate,

Godfather,

we are like those amphibians,

we can sustain in any habitat,

First it were the outsiders,

Now it is you, leaders of our own race,

left us in a mode called disable.

All we can do

is discuss the nation's doom, at the tea table.

We wait for a hero to bring the change,

as doing such a task

is out of our range.

We follow the Mahatma,

we see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

We don't want our hands to be dirty,

or bring any kind of stain on our clean and white veil.

3. Activist says...

And we are hungry 

but for a national cause.

In a hope to change things

though they don’t care about our loss.

We’ll keep fighting

for our deceased, aged mother.

Instead of enduring your cruelty,

we’d die, rather.

We follow the Mahatma, 

we believe in truth.

If you greedy gluttons disagree, 

we’d enlighten the youth.

Every time we try; 

you make sure, we fail.

And before we could scratch, 

you don’t let us grow our nail.

Enough is enough.

It’s time to revisit the August revolution,

nobody can stop our flight to take off.

It is the only path, only solution,

to never let the lantern turn off.

-Ashish

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