Victim: A poem by Vasudha Pansare

The tired, hungry and desperate

Migrant workers, walking for miles,

Without food and footwear

Are victims of political inefficiency.

The poverty-ridden millions,

Who suffer constantly and quietly,

And can never dream of a bright future,

Are victims of social inequality and human greed.

The farmers who work so hard,

And never get the price they deserve,

Never experience prosperity,

Are victims of social injustice.

Women who are abused and sexually exploited,

Women who are not allowed to

Educate themselves and discover their identity,

Are victims of a patriarchal society.

A nation which is underdeveloped,

A nation which does not progress,

A nation which is divided,

Is a victim of corruption.