PATRIOTISM TO PERISH

The rich become richer and the poor perish,
The rich would reign , while the marginalised would moulder
You call this a nation, but treat it like a religion
where money is your God and corruption is the faith,
Consumption is your prayer and you are not grateful about the food you have on your plate,
The rich rise , while the plethora of Destitute demolish, everyday
Houses are burnt, temples are made, you call this a nation, your nation is a disgrace,
Let the rich prosper and the poor decay, is the dictum of this day and age.
You call this a country, when loyalty to the government is the only patriotism you practice to sustain,
Oh my Lord, for heaven, tell me this is a dream, or a nightmare instead,
Wake me up when the masses have food on their table and you have empathy in your heart,

Wake me up me , when the government runs the nation , not the industrialists churn the sweat out us
Wake me up, when the needy have a nest to sleep in and books to learn
And If i am living in reality, let me sleep forever,
Let me die, put me in the grave, put me in a casket of collapses my nationalism went through
When I hated the government and loved my fellow indians.

If I could write you a poem for every time the system disappoints you,
And make you question deeply and think critically of what patriotism is ,
I would, write till my very last breath,
I hope you find joy in your home and nourishment when you dine
Because some of us don't,
I wish you fortune and I hope you earn well,
But never take from the deceit of misconducted flairs
Trust me, I adore this nation, but the
The propaganda people fall for is exhausting, for God's sake
Where the affluent has abundant and the pauper weeps for the little,
You call this a nation, and you love migration,
Trust me the civilisations built on capitalism would falter on the eve of apathy ,
When this would start happening to your posterity
You admire wealthy, only when you are one of them
You love exploitation, only when you are not exploited
You love investment, only when you make a profit out of it
The father buys, the son builds, the grandchild sells, and his son begs
There are no rags to riches
There are rags to rags
One class would always hate the other
And you call this a nation, when you prosper to perish sometimes  even in the same generation.

I love God, but I don't love religion,
I love this nation, but I don't pay allegiance to your government's  indoctrination
The creation of wealth of one generation is always cremated by the third ,
You make wealth and then you despise it,
when you lose some  or when someone else makes it ,
I admire your passion for wealth creation but laissez-faire is only fair to the fairly well off

I love this nation, but I don't love the social disparity
Income inequality makes us empty,
When we don't address the causes of why we are who we are,
We often fall into the trap of believing things as we see them
Let inequality sleep forever in the tomb to decay
Wake me up when my India is a heavenly place,
Wake me up where money is not a differentiator but a means to all sources
Wake me up where Indians wear integrity as a badge of honor and corruption has eloped,
Wake me up where an Egalitarian society is no more a hope
And if I am living amidst the mourning souls of the wretched,
Let me die and perform my very last honors to feed the starved and pray.

Leeza