Debunking Falsehoods

The Croesus of a kingdom and masters of plot,

The moderators of hall of fame of complot;

Ironical beggarly flock that couldn’t overthrow a miserly queen,

Who vaunted off the Desi Kohinoor, well she was keen.

Yes, we must be backward and primitive enough to head the white office on this day,

For a century, bearing the hazards they left behind, we were not hitting the hay;

Chill out! They really wanted a bag of spices in earnest,

Generously, we offered the flat broke some cotton and timber in the name of god from the forest.

Oh, oh, folks! Learn for word to word for how to carry out a robbery with panache so cool,

Once upon a time, they endeavoured to crash our backbone of traditional school;

To know how to gain the tricks of any trade, we effortlessly do,

At the reputed rock bottom, we somehow don’t breathe on bland raw barbecue.