How Long? (With apologies to Gurudeva Tagore)

Where the corrupt and the criminal hold their heads high and roam free
Where the mighty cock a snook at the nation's law
Where rapists, kidnappers, murderers become ministers with ease
And wallowing in sleaze.
Move lordly in their sphere
In shiny limos
With angry red beacons flashing fear
That all can see
The poor citizen, the wretched voters, the common man cowers
In dread of the guilty with awe
Where what is dead and buried and scataphagus is extolled
And sung in song
In such a country, O Lord! to die one must live
For how long