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We are the cockroaches. We are the cockroaches. WE ARE THE COCKROACHES. YES, WE ARE THE COCKROACHES outside your courtrooms on the streets where the conscience stomp us, spray us, sweep us out the door. We rise again hungrier than before.
Surya, thank you. You gave us our name. We were nobody yesterday. Today we're the same. From a seven last ter you pass your decree. Jobless kids, they're parasites, you see. But Sahab, look in the mirror. Take a real look. Pension bungalow gunman car paid by whose checkbook?
We are the cockroaches. YES, WE ARE THE COCKROACHES. In your marble walls where the cracks and the scratches lady justice wears a blindfold. We know this well. But these days I have even the scales have begun to swell. Rich man's case in three days. Poor man's in 30 years under trials rotting. Nobody hears their tears retire to Raja Saba or a governor's chair. Independent judiciary independent of what sahab of wear.
WE ARE THE COCKROACHES. YES, WE ARE THE COCKROACHES. Behind every verdict are quiet, defying scratches. Yes, we are the cockroaches and we wear the name proud because the cockroach has survived every fire, every cloud. The dinosaurs are bones. The empires are dust. But the cockroach still walks and will when you must. History is the witness. When the powerful called the people vermin, that power fell and the vermin wrote the ending of their sermon.
WE ARE THE COCKROACHES. WE ARE THE COCKROACHES. 40,000 TODAY, 40 LEFT BY THE MORNING. Your courtrooms, YOUR HIGH CHAIRS, YOUR PALACES, ONE DAY will be ours. AS WE ARE THE CONGRESSES.