Death is NOT a great leveller at all. In Death we see the same prejudice and discrimination The Living face.
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When a great Politician dies
The Nation mourns and cries,
But, when hundred soldiers perish
Only a grim salute without anguish?
Poor beggars when death embrace
Forever they remain Society’s disgrace,
When terrorists raze urban terrain
People swear and curse in pain,
Then, when a suicide bomber blows up?
Even vultures refuse the bloody ketchup!
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