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Wake! and see the extent to which you’re still enslaved
        enslaved by your own kind who hanker after conditioning platitudes
        the clubby comfort of secretly oath-taking power cliques
                                              Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
 
Remember! Remember Haidar Ali  his son Tipu  and Akbar
         remember Sivaji and Chandra Bose and Kattapomman and Asoka
         remember O! remember the one and only Mahatma
                                               Wake India! O! Wake! 
        
Wake! India! Wake! and see how your destitute generations are shunned aside
         in infested villages sans drains sans potable water sans hope        
         see how they’re bound in mantric incantating castiron caste strictures
                                                Wake! O! India! Wake!
 
No where else in the world are humans so in-humane-ly stratified
          what proof have the Brahmins to issue forth from Brahma’s head
          who proclaimed them the chosen elite on top of the Indian pile of castes
                                                 Wake! O! India! Wake!
 
Wake! and see how your northern brethren have cast off their spiritual shackles
           even if they had abjured the path of the just to yoke their bodies
           yet for each child a vaccine  a soja-filled stomach to keep slavers away
                                                   Wake! O! India! Wake!
 
Wake! O! India! Wake before it’s too late!
            for your own kind are about to enslave you once all over again
            and the old master needs hardly despatch troops to proclaim his divine law
                                                    Wake! India! Wake!
 
Wake and watch how your elite ape and espouse the ways of the old master
            how for an air-ticket a stipend  per diem they would do you in without compunction
            how for some lions memberships in select clubs they’d betray your own true kind
                                                     Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
 
Wake! O! Indonesia! Wake and see how the G.N.P. in Singapore
            far outweighs that of the former papal Portugal now
            how the four fiery Eastern Dragons no more parade in papier maché garb
                                                      Wake! Indonesia! Wake!
 
(Continued in Part One - 3)
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