India overtakes Brazil

India overtakes Brazil
In the race of death

The world
Is an onion
And India
Cries many tears

Independence
Came at a price
And is spent
On ride

Cry India cry
Your house is on fire
And all your children
Are gone
Goes he old song

You do not
Fight rifle against rifle
You fight
Lung against virus
And virus wins

Against
pride and rifles

This may be a poem by an idiot
But the sentiment is genuine