God Save Us

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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God save us from clutches We failed to curb or reach They have gained power We are helpless and poor Freedom and liberty is distant dream In our own drive we are without team No good people come forward Country suffers and falls backward Poor suffers and rich gain The poverty and pain always remains What to eat and what to leave! This free system we fail to believe System prevails but on paper Judiciary is strong but like rainy shower After many years it may offer shower Through out the period, people may suffer Law breakers are now law makers Defense experts are now land grabbers Soldiers die on battle field The arms purchase provide rich yield Saboteurs have field day Democracy has its own way Let hundreds of criminals be freed for justice Not one innocent should be hanged for injustice Criminals and murderers have place in parliament The parliament is called holy place for such movement Open scuffle and fight is always seen at our expense Why should we be afraid for carrying on such nonsense?

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