"The depths of the night, a beggar struggles in his fight,
his boy lies wounded and his daughter naked.
Living like scum, in the corner of a slum,
a pile of dirt on the left, and the
dark silhouette of a building on the right.
In the bedroom, a rich man sleeps sound,
while in the slum lays a dead hound.

"He lives like a king, on his finger, he wears a gold ring.
A helpless sweeper lives in dread,
while, in front of a hundred people,
a man shoots a girl in the head,
And still, no one killed Jessica.
The tricolour waves strong as a wall,
full of deep red blood, if anything at all.

"They say India has a strong...