Injustice at its apex
a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India
Injustice is at its apex, and
Where is the freedom to speak,
Editors are under pressure,
The judges have lost their speech.
The truth has only one version,
The official version you understand,
Rest are just anti-nationalist,
When will you understand?
New India is shining,
Bright, better and best,
You put all thoughts to rest,
If you want to rest.
If the proposal is difficult,
You'll be put under arrest
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