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The Leaders
I am, yes I am
The voice, and expression
Of the broken, sad
And deprived hearts
Of those people
Who sleep with hopes
And awake
For new, and the bright day
But they do not know
That their elected leaders
They are killers of their hopes
Their dreams, their rights
To live with happy life
The unfair, and corrupt
Leaders of various societies
Live, and enjoy life
On labour, and blood
Of working class
And poor people
Actually
Such leaders are just
Like beasts
But speaking beasts
Wearing civilised dress
I see; I watch that all
With my bated breath
What is after that
Perhaps
The new sun is rising
Today has come for them.
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