This is the land of politicians
And their dirty politics 
To break unity in diversity
This is the land of a few industrialists
And their wealth 
To rule over government
This is the land of the poor 
And their hunger 
To ridicule India is a golden bird
This is the land of gods 
And their devotees 
To keep away from humanity
This is the land of criminals 
And their bullets 
To kill fellow countrymen
This is the land of judiciary 
And its injustices 
Against the common public
This is the land of bureaucrats 
And their unreasoning delay 
In discharging duties
This is the land of khakis 
And their fake encounters 
To kill the citizens for reward and promotion
Who gives away reward 
And promotion on fake encounters to be scrutinized? 
This is the land of babas 
And their followers 
To cheat the depressed
This is the land of the corrupt 
And their corruptions 
To spoil spirit 
As neither birth nor death certificate without bribe 
No nightingale to sing old glory for the Motherland                
I know just what your saying. A great write showing injustice. A fantastic poem. Take a look at my poem called, powers that be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
They bounce the words on our ears and no escape for limited space running through the channel bringing true or lies to screen in our mind like they know what we need do they know what we really feed their bouncing words in our mind hoping better days as they promise but will they just know how to say oh bad angels you got the answer if the words are true or just an illusion in our ears channel ...Nice write dear Shujaat Hussain _Unwritten Soul