More than hundred million of our people, <br />Live in luxury. The luxury you can't find in any castle, <br />Of a European country, as the labor law is strict there, <br />Here in my father's land India, abused are our workers, <br />Who can work nonstop for the peanut salaries and old clothes, <br />Modern day slaves bend their heads to the floor, <br />Most of them not protected against ills and injuries, <br />Mansions and factories filled with cheap laborers, <br />Where the dogs are well fed, cared and have a clean place, <br />To call it their home, but the children of our brothers, <br />Have waited silently for a new dawn for many years, <br />During the visit of our ministers, our roads are spotless, <br />During inspection days, everything is kept in order to impress, <br />During the arrival of foreign dignitaries, the dramas enacted, <br />To show the prosperity of the poverty stricken political ideology, <br />When climb down the steps of the red carpeted, <br />Pathway of the airplane staircases, everyone with a nose, <br />Can smell the decaying of the uncollected rubbish, <br />Few kilometers away, the sides of the modern and old roads occupied, <br />By the homeless, who have nothing to say it their own, <br />Except the poverty that is nurtured in the hearts of poverty, <br />Which in turn disperse the seeds of poverty everywhere, <br />Through dirty wind, water and land agents, here <br />Seven hundred million live in poverty and another three hundred, <br />Try to act neither as rich nor as poor, but as a middle class.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stop-acting-we-have-issues-to-address/
