OUR DAM(N) NATION

We are a nation with mixed priorities

Which is causing us a lot of grief.

We pay heavily for rice and other commodities

While a SIM card is distributed for free

A nation where pizza delivery reaches you faster

Than an emergency ambulance or police assistance does

during times of natural calamities or man – made disaster

While people are found littered dying thus

We are a nation with great values and mores

Which are now completely forgotten and ignored

Where tycoon owned, bookie enslaved teams make crores

While the poor starve despite bountiful harvests stored

A nation where condoms and underwear

are sold in air conditioned show rooms and malls

Along with valuable designer foot wear

While vegetables are sold in dirty pavement stalls

We are a nation rather strange

Where private infrastructure is built overnight

While public infrastructure of any kind or range

Takes decades to finally see the light of day or night

A nation with many malls and sky-rise buildings

Where the rich and famous rub shoulders and everything else

While neighbouring slums and ghetto dwellings

Are ignored and cold shouldered since only poverty there dwells

We are a decadent nation indeed

For railway tracks are adorned with naked bottoms

While nearby penthouses have many toilets which are not in need

And remain unadorned of human bottoms

A nation where doctors are creating hospitals

To treat all illness and disease

Have turned them into five star hotels

For their minds have become diseased

We are a nation of attention seekers

Who will do anything scandalous or corrupt

to get our names into the TV and news papers

rather than do good and the evil thereby disrupt

A nation where politicians who are the servants of the nation

Are busy looting the people they claim to represent and serve

And supposedly patriotic in their public service for the nation

They draw a salary for looting the people they serve

We are a nation that is being conned of its wealth

By two brothers who allegedy fight against each other

But then in cohorts with their mother in stealth

Are cleverly looting the land which we call our mother

A nation where we talk constantly about corruption

Which we claim to fight against and change

Until in our daily lives there is some disruption

And then we grease palms and say keep the change

We are truly a nation of intelligentsia

where students with a bare pass get into premier institutions

While the meritorious students of every year

know not where to vent their frustrations

A nation where loans for consumable luxuries are cheap

While the poor who want loans for their education

Are plunged into debt with interests so steep

Is there any hope? Will there ever be any salvation?

(Created from the content of a forwarded mail, I received sometime ago.)