" We give them power, to play the game
Then to who do we blame
we do surrender even without struggle
keep quiet, we use to sit cool and calm
Then to who do we blame
ink, Paper pen, and human
they are buying all, what they can
blood in the street. is washing money rain
putridity of Corpse, vanish by the status fragrance
Orgy of cruelty everywhere without shame
it's a new normal, as we are so tolerance
just, religion cast and anti-nation
where is health where is education
harmony, peace, and love disappearing
who is dying nearby, who is caring
closed inside the malice cage,
just dancing to the leader's fame
Then to who do we blame
the world is a market full of moon-shine shade
the financial value will decide your grade
the disease is a business, death is a trade
I have seen, people crying for a piece of bread
but, TV studio, newspaper, and twitter
Filled to the brim with hate thread
don't shout, shut your mouth
king is sleeping, building the nation in a dream
working hard for your butter and cream
hunger, Poverty, thirst, nothing at all
you must be a pride citizen, that's all
keep burning nationalism flame
otherwise, you are a traitor, damn
We give them power, to play the game
let them play, with our future and generation
don't cry, don't cry, be little wise
if we are a puppet of politics.
to earn their bread and fame they need our sacrifice
to earn their bread and fame they need our sacrifice "
― Mohammed Zaki Ansari , "Zaki's Gift Of Love"