Years before, we struggled for her
And, in her cause, lost many a life
Yet now, we let, her present, rot
A blatant cuss, to our noble strife
Her beauty lost, her grace defiled
Seeds of decadence her leaders sow
And alas! We stand like forms of straw
Feebly watching, her misery grow
Unhindered, they stand tall
Branding her, an epitome of shame
Ghastly pests, despised by all
Harvesting for her, tarnished fame
Yet people, with apathy you suffer their wrong!
Blind, that this is your greatest failing
For unless you rise and wreak their fall
Your nation, shall forever, remain ailing
-Kartik Shastry
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