THEY TELL ME MY COUNTRY IS FREE (A POEM)

They tell me my country is free;

Some noble souls fought for me

Ere I first saw the light of day

Sixty three odd summers ago.

My country was enslaved by those

That plundered its wealth for ages;

The plunder is still on despite freedom,

Be proud, our marauders are our own!

We have very little to call our own

Save our lives and the skin of our back!

But I am free and can hold my head high

And shout and sing my song of freedom!

What if those who spout noble sentiments

Of freedom fighters who braved all odds

Of foreign yoke are now openly swindling

National wealth, shamelessly with impunity!

We are free and our marauders our own;

Be proud we are slaves of our own leaders.

Let them progress; we have a price to pay;

We have given them the mandate to rule!

So be proud, be proud to be an Indian

And shout JAI HIND every single time

The tri-color is unfurled with grandeur

By questionable pot bellied leaders!