A riff in the tune of Derozio’s - To India my native land

(A riff in the tune of Derozio’s - To India my native land) To protest the violence that is widespread in India today.

Arise O India, my native land,

And seek that you may know

The sun that set on the empire grand,

Has dawned to expose an evil roar,

The enemy this time lies within,

A gangrene spread by outrageous will.

Prejudice, power, greed and corruption,

In scarlet flows this vile deception.

The arm doth cut its very throat,

Not knowing the body shared,

As though a cancer had confused

With guile and tact ensnared

What glorious past hath brought us

To the midst of this deepest despair

And what should we do if our leaders fail?

Should we not rise up to repair?

O Mahatma, that one more prayer

Should escape your trembling lips,

The name you sought in your saddest hour for peace,

Is now mouthed in revenge.