“Coffe, Tea or Me”….or is it “Bush, the Bomb or Me”?

Now that he’s here and doing what he does best,
Should I run to the streets & shout in protest?
Maybe I’d pause for a while and just think,
If I’m an Indian or just a plain ol’ fink.

We’re a land of warriors and lovers, ‘tis all the same,
Be it Jhansi Ki Rani or Shah Jahan of Taj Mahal fame;
As our culture and customs have very clearly said,
We do know what to do and what steps to tread.

Our scriptures dictate that the enemy in our own camp,
Be shown the same warmth like the insect & the lamp;
Only when he departs & you cease to play host,
That’s when ‘tis time for battle & your victory to post.

The reason I believe Bush can come & he can go,
Is very clearly enunciated in the verses before;
I’m a citizen of India first & the world only second,
But I’ll say this to all those who mean only to offend.

Yes, the war on Iraq is no trivial matter,
And the big-bully hard-talk on Iran no idle banter;
But what is the problem, what is the grouse?
I too am an Indian but I ain’t no piddling mouse.

It is Hypocrisy all around with a capital H,
Just see the Consulate queues & what we’re trying to fetch;
The Americans throw tid-bits & crumbs like Visas & such,
Can somebody really tell me, why does it matter so much.

And when our kids strut around in hip-hugging jeans,
Munching burgers & fries, you will know what it means;
It’s as simple as X that we’re aping the West,
Yet we protest burning effigies of our American Guest.

I’d leave it to Columbus to find the New World,
I’ll stay right here with the Tri-colour unfurled;
Let the Bushes and his ilk come & do their slam-dunk,
No one shoves me around, I’m an Indian with some spunk.

I tell you all my friends that we’re safe on our own,
So why worry if Bush just rode into town;
His smokin’ gun is all cold beef by now,
If you all act like a Bull, he’ll feel like a Cow.

No need for protests & no need to shout,
With the bomb in our hands we do have clout;
Now do you see why Bush & the rest,
Almost do things at our behest.