Look at these power-hungry vultures. Prancing about in their crisp kurtas, preaching about "nari shakti" while their own ranks crawl with predators. Count the ministers with cases against them - go on, I'll wait. You'll run out of fingers.
Remember that UP bigshot? Rape accusation, vanishes into thin air. Police clueless for months. Please. Probably lounging in some government guesthouse, protected by his masters.
And that piece of work from Haryana? Lecturing girls on "decent dressing" while dodging harassment charges himself. The gall of these men.
Every election cycle, same old song. "Protect our daughters!" They howl. From who? Your own party colleagues?
They churn out laws never meant to see daylight. All theatrics. Parading at victims' homes, shedding fake tears, then back to shielding their cronies. Shuffling abusers around like a deck of tainted cards.
Opposition's no better. Only howl when it's not their man in the spotlight. We're just chess pieces in their power games.
System's rotting from the head down. How do we trust laws when lawmakers are the criminals? Cops won't touch them, courts won't nail them.
We're screaming ourselves hoarse for justice while they're busy covering up. "Due process," they claim. More like "dues paid, free pass granted."
Seventy-eight years of this farce. Our freedom fighters didn't bleed for this. We've just swapped oppressors - now they look like us, talk like us, and betray us all the same.
Voting for change? Don't make me laugh. It's the same circus, different clowns.