The Great Wipe-Out

This was the day the wand was waived
And Currency turned to paper;
When was the last the world had seen
So heroic a caper?

This was the day when beggars were beggared,
And taught selfless discipline;
They died in lines for their own dues,
So the revolution could win.

This was the day the rich were warned
That the past may well be past,
But that within extended dates
They must their wealth recast.

This was the day the wicked Thousander
Was put into the freeze,
And the honest Two-Thousander released
To put everyone at ease.

Remember this day of November
For calling the Terrorist’s bluff,
For evacuating the economy
To begin clean from bottom up.

There are those who do not think
November Eight was great;
Clearly, there still remain
Some enemies of the State.

Badri Raina