The document questions the actions of a person who seems to live luxuriously but ignores the harm caused to others. In each line, it notes something positive the person enjoys (eating mutton, laughing in a crowd, giving speeches) but then asks "But what about..." those who suffered as a result (a goat who lost her son, an old man forced into sewage, a writer imprisoned). It ultimately criticizes a life of self-indulgence that was built on oppressing and exploiting countless innocent people.

1. BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE ?
You may have washed your hands; cleaning them scrupulously of the most invisible
of stain,
But what about the blood adhering to your heart; the several innocent whom you had
beheaded without any rhyme or reason?
You may have eaten stupendously sizzling slices of mutton; masticating the morsels
after blending them with handsome salt,
But what about the goat mother who bleated incessantly; after losing her only son,
the only flesh she had delivered facing the grueling agony of long months?
You may have laughed the loudest in the crowd; propagating the same infectiously
in pedestrians around you,
But what about the old man; who had to trip his footing in a slush of dirty sewage
water; in order to cause you to smile?
You may have dressed in the most glamorous of coat and trousers; sprinkling your
entire demeanor with an ocean of passionate scent,
But what about those tyrannized sheep who were left shivering in bizarre cold; after
you uncouthly stripped their skins of their natural protection?
You may have spoken the most flowery speech on the mike; drawing loads of
adulation from all those who were mesmerized by the beautiful essence in the lines,
But what about the writer whom you had incarcerated in the dungeons; after stealing
his writing to stand tall and domineering?
You may have driven in the most contemporary of car; with its golden wheels
traversing the meandering lanes of the hill like a galloping panther,
But what about the infinite stalks of fresh grass; the innocuous infants wandering
around; whom you had trampled indiscriminately in your insatiable march towards
victory?
You may have drunk cartons full of mineral water; quenching your thirst under the
scorching Sun of midday,
But what about those people reeling under severe drought; whose wells you had
emptied to tingle the food in your stomach?
You may have lived for a 100 years; surviving on the most conventional of medicine
and steroids,
But what about those innocent whom you had slaved; in order to clean every iota of
dirt you spat on this earth?

2. And you may have loved; imprisoning every girl you set your eyes on with the power
of your wealth,
But what about all those billion lives you had assassinated; in order to satisfy
each desire of yours?