Souls and Holes

Value some their souls whole
And wear with pride soles with holes,
Others pierce their souls with holes
And flaunt their fancy soles whole.

Blessed those with souls whole
Wearing with pride soles whole,
Lucky those with holes in souls
Suffering bites of holes in soles.

(Inspired by a photograph of Barack Obama wearing shoes with holes in soles, and the fact that most Indian politicians prefer holes elsewhere)

Wake Up...

Wake up sovereign, stop this plunder,
Don't let them tear your land asunder.

For leaders elected in your name,

Vote is free, the nation fair game,

Not for you, they're chopping it to loot,

You will remain right under their boot.

Wake up sovereign, stop this plunder,

Don't let them tear your land asunder.

Once they led inspired by ideals,

Today they con driven by deals;

Once from yoke they set you free,

Today they pillage their own tree.

Wake up sovereign, stop this plunder,

Don't let them tear your land asunder.

Brother from brother they separate, 
False promises of a golden fate;

Over morsels they make them fight,
Such their hunger for the big bite.

Wake up sovereign, stop this plunder,

Don't let them tear your land asunder.

Nanak, your God is not their ship,

Pirates they are on a power trip;

Jihad, dharm-yudh, church and temple,

Weapons with which they India trample.

Wake up Govind, stop this plunder,

Don't let them tear your land asunder.