O farmer O worker!!

This is your land-water
and is the sky too,
labourer wake up,
farmer and also you !
with your sweat and turmoil
these high houses got built ,
donated every drop of blood
that India could exist.
On the frontiers they kept awake ,
your sons put their lives on stake ,
with little brandy and dry breads
they shivered on icy stony beds.
Kept looting and enjoying the resources
these bloody political snakes,
these shameless creatures are hand in glove with burocrats. This holy land is your mother and fields are precious daughters , be cocious, awake and aggressive and save them from slaughters. Keep your fists and teeth tight , these are your weapons to fight ! wake up farmer wake up worker wake wake wake and wake! if you kept sleeping your lands they shall confiscate.!