FACTS OF LIFE III

                                         FACTS OF LIFE.. III

                                         Dr K Prabhakar Rao

Mafia gangs are running the roost

Those in Delhi have milk and rich boost

Fathers for kids reserve school seats 

And then make their wives pregnant

Tonnes of money are down the dirty drain

Truth is simple very sour and plain

Medical seats are sold to the nuts for cash in Lakhs

And then produce only killer dangerous quacks

Engineering seats are filed with rotten stuff

From which come out only a big bluff

Militants are dragged to road side hillocks

And then shot as dumb bullocks

No tear drop is shed for these souls

They pass into history in meeting their goals

People are killed in police lockups

While girls get pregnant in social  welfare hostels

All these crooks get Scot free

And innocents are shot point blank at a nearby tree

Cinema halls were burnt to cinders

When a leader was blown with a Lankan bomb

Women are killed by their spouse

Then they are burnt in a roadside stove

Yet they enjoy corners of power

Lauded by those sitting on a  tower

Crooks enjoy ticket less cricket

Yet they obtain the party ticket

Many are with a concubine as a mate

They become leaders of the state

Where all we being led?

By these thugs, thieves and crooks

Who are there to capture political power

The nation is doomed

To eternal disgrace and shame

The crooks rule all over

While the army is shit scared to take over

You and me are fully shaken

Poor Gandhi hysterically weeps

In far off heavens away from us

Assorted leaders cross moat of elections

Having cheated people to the hilt

Then make a group of concoction

To steal the chair with great grit

They do tight rope walk all the time

Already they crossed their prime

These men have no plans

Aim is to hold together all their clans

Pathetic living they lead

As enemies cause us to bleed

Pakistanis kill innocents in Kashmir

Their leaders call it a war of independence

Spineless men are at the helm of affairs in India

They bow to the enemy to win their grace

The Pak General under the garb of President

 Made mockery of Indians at Agra

The man who caused India to bleed without a stop

Deprived mothers of their valiant sons

And created many India widows

Was honored with Indian army salute in our own land

Shame on Indians whose spine is bent like a bow

While the Pakistani terrorists have taken a vow

India has not learnt any lesson

In spite of years of back stabbing

We extend a warm hand with a wide grin

While Pakis play the same old band

The nation is on a crash course

Those at top have no remorse

The enemy is to be pad I same coin

To make them realize they face a sturdy lion

Scores of scams are the order of the day

Those in upper houses can only bray

The scamsters get Scot free

After enquiries as big as a tree

Our nation is full of scamsters and cheats

In al fields we have scores of gangsters

India has earned dubious distinction

And also as one of the leading corrupt nation

Poor old and bald Gandhi weeps and sleeps

As rich are happy to sleep with their fleshy keeps