What’s your beef?

My laddoo, my laddoo
Something not right
It smells a bit funny
I won’t take a bite

Amma, you always
Give me some spiel
Come on, eat up
It’s the real deal.

Aiyyyo!!!! I knew it
That TV guy said
The laddoo is bogus
See what you fed

Animal fat
Lard and fish oil
Can you imagine!
Makes my blood boil

How can anyone
Mess with my dharma
Aren’t they afraid
Of something called karma

It might be those Christians
Who believe in One Book
Trying to convert us
By hook or by crook.

Or our own people
Blinded by greed
I cannot but wonder
How much do they need?

Son, our Gods
They are forgiving
In ghor kalyug
They test the living

The Gita says
For justice to fight
This is our duty
This is what’s right

Tell me, dear amma
What should we do
Go on the street
And kill off a few?

Make a hungama
On Lok Sabha floor
Send the police
To capture the chor

You know how we are
We just let it go
Swallow our pride
Go on with the show

India is shining
India is best
See GDP
Forget about rest

Old civilization
Many a scar
Waiting in vain
For final avatar