THIS SONG OF “CHANGE”

This song of change is sweet

And like a whirlwind

Has swept across the land

And roared like a lion in the jungle

Against the sacred cows of the land

Is so sweet to be heard; and most needed

In a land so belligerently desolate

Because of the greed of a few insatiable men

Who wouldn’t ever have enough

And like the grave, they crave for more

Even as their cups overflow

When many of their impoverished adherents

Have got none for themselves!

This song of change is sweet

But the sincerity of the symphony is doubtful

For the conductors and the drivers

Are but famously familiar faces

Men, who desecrated our land

Who drank our waters and drained

Our common treasure without care.

Past kings of clans and villages

Who desire to rule over an expanse

And become emperors over our kingdom

And over our common treasures.

This song of change is sweet

But, how our land, and indeed the choir

Stand to gain remains a puzzle

When the charioteers see

Their cry for change as an investment

That must come with an ROI

And therefore engage every foul means

To recoup their investment.

So, this song of change

Oh, this song change

And this song of change . . . .