There once was a sacred land run by a non-biological Vishwa Guru,
An intergalactic enigmatic leader blessed by sadhus and sadhgurus;
Funded by in-house Banis, ingenious Danis and all other foreign cronies,
Deviously guided by Hitlerian hatred and wanton violence of political loonies.
Guru wandered all over the world snatching awards, medals and all decoration
For his know-nothing wisdom, be-nothing persona, and do-nothing governance.
Fancy dress buyer, frequent flyer, brazen liar and climbed higher and higher,
With divide and fool tactics, hug and laugh theatrics, camera and video hire.
But the youth of the land languish in a system that has gone completely astray
With no literacy, numeracy, oralcy, and left high and dry crying Baap Re!
The instructional system turning to be useless, the intractable institute exams entrance
Infested with question leaks, paper chase, mark purchase and fake degree trance.
Substandard education produce inept youth with no hard, soft, life, or leadership skills,
And are numbed by cell and sex, liquor and drugs that pour from Dani ports and mills.
Underemployed, unemployed, not even underground employed, they scrape along for sure
With no minimum wages, no human dignity, and no dreams of building a family, or future!
That’s what Gurus need, unthinking unquestioning unchallenging abhorrent youth
Who will not stand up or speak up or stick their necks out!
Catch and feed them with past glory stories, future gory details, holy hatred and molly wop,
And make sure they all grope in the dark and have no traces of whatsoever hope!
Vishwa Guru enjoys life to the brim and have a heyday with his funding bums,
Together they employ the well-oiled magic machine and churn out pre-planned poll outcomes;
He never meets press, never sees Parliament and never bothers about anti-people qualms.
And the Indian media has transfigured into Modia and lick the Guru’s boots like balms.
Sick and tired of it all, the youth take to streets to build a better future,
By “deschooling society” and reschooling it with conscientization culture,
This “pedagogy of the oppressed” brings out the worst of the oppressors
And make them run for truncheons and tear gas cannisters.
Beat them to doom, or bleed them to death, the youth never put away dreams and desires,
Call them names, brand them traitors, and create caste and communal fissures,
But remember you cowardly bigots with no plan or blueprint or political will,
The Gen Z is here to stop the overall loot and foot the national bill.
