Everyone here is now proud of an I-card hanging around
His neck, with the black strap and lamination shining:
I remember years ago in World Bank, Washington
When I saw this, and we did not have security problems
Here in Bombay, I felt sad how these Americans are not
Feeling bad, treated like dogs with a collar around their neck!
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