Hunger’s Cry

 

✊“Hunger’s Cry" ✊

(A Call for Justice – 9th July Nationwide Strike)

Bruhaspati Samal 

General Secretary 

Confederation of Central Govt Employees and Workers 

Odisha State CoC, Bhubaneswar 

A mother skips meals to feed her son,

A pensioner counts coins one by one.

Children ask why milk's out of reach,

While fathers stay silent, with tears they teach.

Medicines now mean loans or pain,

Schoolbooks weigh more than harvest grain.

Life isn’t lived — it’s just endured,

Dreams of the commoner get censored.

The poor are shielded by party schemes,

The rich fly past in capital dreams.

But the middle class, stand and burn —

With every price hike, with every tax turn.

Gas, groceries, bills — all rise like fire,

With GST and cess that never expire.

Wherever we turn, there’s burden and fee,

In the name of development, lost what’s free.

But silence no more — the hour has struck,

We rise with rage and worker’s luck.

The 9th of July shall be the day,

We show the rulers — we won’t obey.

This strike is not just a show of might,

It’s hunger’s cry, it’s justice’s right.

It’s unity forged in hardship's flame,

To reclaim life, not just in name.

The nation must pause for one sacred day,

To tell the rulers, “We won’t pay this way!”

No more promises wrapped in disguise,

We march for dignity, for truth to rise!

So workers and students, homemakers too,

This battle is ours — it's calling you.

From slums to suburbs, let voices ring,

Against this burden, let freedom sing!

Stand, strike, and speak — the time is now,

Let sweat be our ink and resolve our vow.

When we walk together, no throne can defy,

The power of people — like flame to the sky!

Beware, O Government! This is the sign,

When peaceful hearts cross the protest line.

Neglect us now, and winds will storm,

Even silent waters can break the norm.

Enough of promises, hollow and late,

If you fail again, you tempt your fate.

This fire of pain, if not understood,

Will turn into struggle in every neighbourhood.

So listen, dear rulers, before it’s too late,

Before strikes turn into a people’s fate.

Reduce the prices, unchain the load,

Or be prepared to walk a rocky road.

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