These are days marking a crucial phase,
Muting social justice,by mauling its face.
Social justice wants to be a honey bee,
Giving its honey,always as a freebie.
For long,freebies have been in vogue.
Now,new voices name them,as rogue.
Of freebies,man has many tales to tell;
Those,fanning the frowning voices,to yell.
The rich man hates the poor for no reason.
May be the poor man's food is his poison.
Call them election doles,or political roles,
It is freebies,that muster the poor,on their rolls.
When the rich keep flying their kites high,
The poor look up the skies,with their skins dry.
Vested interests deny waters,to freebie paper boats,
To have the whole waters,for their greedy cargo floats.
P.Chandrasekaran
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