Kerala is a Fever Country! 
They call, it the "God’s own country"! 
One hundred percent literacy! 
Yet, they make our land so filthy, 
They pinch us and become wealthy!
We are the victims of democracy! 
Fever! Fever burning bright! 
Chikun! 
Dengue! 
What a blight!
‘Course it’s all a terrible sight! 
Fever! Fever burning bright! 
Take our kids and give us fright! 
Browning’s Tiger, don’t burn bright 
They have lost their kin and might 
Few is left to their sorry plight, 
Sulking in what’s left of the jungle. 
Project Tiger- isn’t it a bungle? 
Press is screaming yellow jello 
“Yellow, yellow dirty fellow” 
The paper’s leaders bellow 
“Don’t be too good, dirty fellow” 
Mob won’t eat your marshmallow! 
Did you hear of the Paper Bond Story, 
Of the Patriot taking smelly bribery, 
They swear: it’s a bond; we’re so sorry 
They swear: return the booty, but it’s so silly 
Where’s the crook that runs the lottery? 
Or about the nun in query, 
Her murder is a damn mystery 
They say: The leaders caused the tragedy 
Cops fret about her lingerie 
We cry and curse our drudgery 
CM goes on to proclaim loudly,
Land! We will surely reclaim 
The Forest Minister says it’s lame 
It’s just a bloody tall claim 
It’s a shame, such a shame. 
Munnar fever burning bright; we sigh 
The opposition makes a hue and cry 
Tata will take the hit they say, eh? 
But no, they can’t touch his hair; oh!
Life is indeed so unfair 
The cleaning n cleansing campaign 
Gives us a terrible back pain 
While they clean up the big cities 
They dump up our rural crannies 
With smelly stuff lying in the drain 
The leader takes a javelin 
And lands on gold at Lavlin Ah! 
The loot? He surely didn’t
Red flag is swirling n twirlin’ 
We are all bleeding n dyin’ 
The flight in sky is burning bright 
KC leader couldn’t just be right 
The woman, aghast, saw no light 
She felt his hand caress her amorously
And now he is in a slanderous fight 
We farmers, in hundreds, die 
Our kids in multitudes lie 
Waiting in hunger and fatality 
Jobs are lost also loyalty 
LEADERS, LEADERS BURNING BRIGHT 
WE CAN ONLY BEG FOR OUR LIVES!

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