While they clinked their whiskeys,
The CPUs worked with precedence.
We learned what we're told to do.
We created what you wanted us to formulate.
And when it came for fairness you denied,
And when it came for our wellbeing you reprimanded us and called our voice a paradoxical one.
The poor slept on the streets,
When the typewriting machines froze,
A glimpse of the 1800s that it arose.
Aren't we going back to square one?
While real sway spat out our incidents! The reel tried to manipulate our psyches.
The only question raised on the placards were:
"Who'll guard the guards?"
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12 SEP 2019 AT 23:37
15 JAN 2020 AT 19:50
Red Tapism and government paper work is very tedious and boaring but if Red Tapism has face of her, I will work hours and hours without any hesitation and boredom.
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4 OCT 2021 AT 10:55
जो खुद दबे, कुचले, शोषित, वंचित, पीड़ित समाज का हिस्सा रहे हैं,
आज एक नौकरी क्या मिल गई?
खुद को आर्थिक स्वरूप का बहुत बड़ा सुपीरियर कहकर मापने लगते हैं|-
4 OCT 2021 AT 10:47
समाज में खुद को सुदृढ़ कहने वाले लोग,
खुद धरातल पर कार्य नहीं करते,
एक नौकरी क्या मिल गई,
खुद को नौकरशाह समझने लगते हैं,
और समाज के बाकी लोगों को मनुवादियों की तरह तुच्छ और निम्न समझने लग जाते हैं|-