Big Brother's Beard is
Long and flowing
Its hypnotic value
Is forever growing
Like that moving pipe
The snake-charmer uses
Our eyes keep following
His beard's ruses
And softly softly
He murmurs and coos
And quickly quickly
You and I lose
A sense of proportion
And start to see
Wherever we look
A heinous conspiracy
Anti-CAA protesters
Are Muslim, of course
And Urban Naxals
Will shout until hoarse
Anything negative about
Our governement; you see
They are not patriots
Like you and like me
The farmers are Khalistanis
The rumour is spread
They are not farmers at all
They are all too well-fed
Big Brother's Beard
Its truths keeps waggling
The godi media
Is busy haggling
Its way to eyeballs
Yours and Mine
Big Beard's truths are broadcast
Come rain or shine
But now the beard
Has slipped from the true
We can all see that
It's slightly askew
The farmers are all there
The farmers are calm
The farmers have not done
An iota of harm
They are farmers all right
They are patient as can be
They are patient as only
Farmers can be
Rain or Sun
Won't drive them away
Rain and Sun
Are part of their work-day
More power to the farmers
May their tribe increase
Oh, and a final disclaimer:
I'm a farmer, please