This next bit of doggerel, which is a “work in progress”, represents this picture well, I hope:
” Good Morning Pollution, how you make my day Somehow, you just never give me a say; My lungs are black in March and May, My Dear Pollution, how you make me pay.
Good Morning Pollution, what do the leaders say? We hear them on TV, we hear them everyday Oh they just talk, and they just bray; And they carry on in their merry way.
Good Morning Pollution, can you hear me sing? Life’s too short, let’s just have a fling. Oh what, oh what do the leaders bring? Just shiny talk and lots of bling.
Good Morning Pollution, how you make my day, We cough by day, and puke by night, We fight the blight, with all our might My Dear Pollution, how you make me pay.
Good Morning Pollution, how you make me pay Every day, we are in the bay. The sick, the sick, the sickness bay! Good Morning Pollution, how you make my day!”
A few weeks back, I woke up to the pollution.
Our wonderful leaders argue about who is Hindu, and who is not. They argue about nationalism, and what defines National Pride. They do not argue about, or bother about, making life better for the citizens. They don’t talk about reducing pollution, or providing better infrastructure, or reducing crime and corruption.
These are non-issues. Pollution, for instance, and our dying planet and rivers, are not important. What is important is defining who is a Hindu, and who is not.