See this country,
in its day of greatness,
when it was the richest nation on earth,
was like a zoo.
A clean, well-kept, orderly zoo.
Everyone in his place, everyone happy.
Goldsmith here. Cowherds here. Landlord there.
The man called a halwai made sweets.
The man called a cowherds tended cows.
The untouchable cleaned faeces;
landlord were kind of their serfs.
Women covered their heads
with a veil
and turned their eyes
when talking to
thanks to all those politicians in Delhi,
on the fifteenth of august, 1947
-the day British left-
the cages had been let open;
and the animals had attacked and ripped
each other apart
and jungle law replaced zoo law
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