The nation stands nullified or ratified
Before the people
Helpless, mute and dumb
Torn asunder within; Their eyes see no bright lights On the statue But only the dark clouds around Of their sad plight...
The tub-thumpers —
They boast of their own folly
Harping the same tone and jarring tune
Before the mass, befooled
Who, in silence, count
Drops of their countless tears
Agony in full spate,
Repenting yet cursing their lot!
The Pride of the Nation—
Onlookers shut their poor eyes down
To this extravagant exhibition
Termed by some
As political stunts or acrobatics
Of a spooky spoofer
And his heavy bevy of buffoons
Greying, growing, gnawing, going astray.
The Womb of the Time—
Time alone will pass the judgment:
Whether swindling of treasure
And dwindling of treasury
Makes a big dent
Into the democratic bust
Of over-vaulting ego to fall down
Or strengthens the statue
To stand as the Pride of the Nation!
