All pervading gloom I daily see
The snail’s pace of Democracy
At last the King is in custody
After hue and cry
With years of coffer-looting
spree
And he wasn’t shy.
The Rani later followed suit
With an MP’s tag to boot,
Ill gotten money, black as soot
She obtained,
From companies that vendored
fruit,
Which, she never ate.
After the cry for justice surged
One ninety days in jail she
served
But Delhi
Deep in south,
No commoner to her stature
matched
So she walked out.
(A Burns Stanza on 2G scam)
