This is part 1 of a set of poems i wrote during the whole anna hazaare "revolution". Stands true at all times, i guess!
For the future shall not be bleak, As the collective take conscience and speak!
Tis time the single engage mutiny, Forcing the muddied into scrutiny.
The politicos starched robes spotless no more, Who once hailed as the races heir is now but a petty commercial wh**e.
Frothing at it's teeth, A nations stirred, Glory lost indeed, A rising hurled.