You stay in the ark of stillness,
Long after the floods dried out
In tiny compartments, your generation suffers
Scared to come out
Scared to peep out
Souls starving, minds starving, bodies starving
Of the aforesaid – scarcity in plenty,
You were robbed, I understand – enslaved
And left at the mercy of inferiority complex
Upon alien culture of the uncultured,
For they made you walk barefoot, not on soft grass
But on shards of broken glass
Walk! And when you fall, they force you to your feet
Again and again; to them what a feat!
Like the overseers of your journey to Golgotha.
How your past remain so glorious and resplendent
Your kingdoms great of knowledge transcendent,
Let it trickle like water droplets
To quench a generation’s mind thirst.
To awaken the warrior spirit in us
Arrows and spears, more casualties
For they shall no longer live on their knees!