from all walks of life,
all tattooed with same message
"If he die, so shall we"
They have waited for too long,
forty two years they say,
life no more a stream of happiness
just stench of corruption
Common man weeps,
not enough room to stretch,
in long queue he waits for justice
that may never come
Elites dine fancy meals
with shady deals dipped in creams
In warm scorching sun,
common man waits for milk and bread
Life is tough;
Anna Hazare understands that,
he will skip meal
for unfolding a clean lokpal bill
Holding the frail support
of stronger hand,
millions more will begin to
stand once again
Nobody wants to be crushed no more,
its time to straighten their back
with proud chin and sparkling dream
learn to walk ahead
Dressed with newer hope
step into a better world
(c) Pushpee
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