You need to be super smart to manipulate zeros,
Overinvoicing and sharing spoils, makes you heroes,
Those hungry can just shout,
Because you've got the clout,
And you fiddle with their lives and money like Neroes.
Women in villages, get burnt for showing resistance,
No security there, but for you, Z-plus on insistence,
There are schools, but no teacher,
I wonder what kind of creature,
Like you,charges money for transfers,with much persistence
Poverty stricken crorepaties, exhibiting an odd old car,
But the public pays for petrol, so it takes them so far,
Its not at all to your credit
The nation's treasury you debit,
And smile at each other saying,"Aisa hota hai, yaar"!
With false populist promises you acquire their farm,
Selling it for profit to builders becomes your kaam,
What isn't so very funny
Is the color of acquired money
For "Daney daney par likha hota hai 'khane' wale ka naam"