Quote by Mohammed Zaki Ansari

“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”

Quote by Mohammed Zaki Ansari