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Sanity is the domain of the intellectual
Those who lack intellect are indeed insane
The ultra-rich are happy because they feel
It is their birthright, the poor are too
Preoccupied with their struggle
To have to do anything with vanity

The healthy believe they have found the Elixir of life
In moments of depression, 
The diseased feel they are a spent force
Those in power believe it lasts for a lifetime
And, therefore, will do anything to stretch their lifespan
The wealthy believe they can acquire power

The powerful realize they can amass wealth
Those who have both feel they are
The God of all things living
And the world must bow to them with reverence
The mafia lord chuckles, he’s the one the world must fear
He can be arrested by the police chief

The orders must come from above,
The minister who is a politician
However, the politician takes orders from
The mafia lord to remain in power
Both have a weakness,
They are the disciples of a ‘Miracle Godman’ Baba
Who has received much of their wealth in donations, and
Has a relentless grip and spiritual control over them

Baba has sprawling ashrams and uncountable fanatic
Followers who will kill or be killed at his behest, but Baba
Will make policy decisions only after consulting his secret
Mistress who has a hold over the Baba,
She keeps herself from the unforgiving spotlight

One disciple who is close to the mistress knows this little secret
Baba’s mistress is squeezed by this disciple who keeps
Blackmailing her but is afraid he might be eliminated
Before he can escape from the grave he has dug for himself
But escaping is not an option as his beautiful young wife is
In the clutches of the charming womanizer, Baba
It somehow appears all have lost their sanity

The poor man sleeps not in the bed but under it
With just one thought, what will tomorrow bring?
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