Monthly Archives: February 2009

I won’t give up, though the going is slow
I’ll trade all my footsteps for a shot at tomorrow
Tattoo my intentions across these streets of time
And fight till the future is once again mine

Cos I’m the immortal, baptized in fire
Unable to die unless I desire
I’m the light piercing the darkest dawn
I’m the human spirit walking on

Down and so close to out
I’m the foot soldier who’s suffered the rout
But I’ll stand again in conquest of pain
To walk on as a king among men

Cos I’m the immortal, baptized in fire
Unable to die unless I desire
I’m the light piercing the darkest dawn
I’m the human spirit walking on

I’ll make mistakes,of that I’m sure
Lose my strength, when I need more
Taste my fear in life’s battlefields
But I won’t trade my sword for the shield.

We all have guardians trading faith for power
Businessmen by whom we swear
Betraying every one from eshwar to allah
With their holy wars for market share

We’re losing our religions, entrusting our gods
To corporates that prostrate before balance sheets
Unsuspecting pawns initiating brethren
Into the oldest MLM to stalk our streets

Behold the soul corporations, the spiritual supermarts
Dispensing salvation with a price tag
Mocking the truth that resides in our hearts
Paralyzing the human conscience with practiced art

And of the various hues of desecration,
this makes them the hardest to beat
the unsure can’t endure the liberation
the pious don’t discern the need

for if there’s a truth to be told
religion’s just a shadow of god
illumined by thought and understanding
sullied by the ambiguity of words

And of the various hues of desecration,
this makes them the hardest to beat
the unsure can’t endure the liberation
the pious don’t discern the need

Never told she was human
Never knew otherwise
Never doubted life’s lessons
Stolen from her mother’s eyes

Ignored, she grows older
unknowing of her plight
dreamless, life has nothing too offer
never given her a reason to fight

Falls prey to a young man
Gotta leave before he changes his mind
Got nothing much to carry
Everything to leave behind

Sold into a brothel
Girlchild is just fifteen
Maya the name suits her well
This little life has never been

Eighteen she’s got the disease
Forgotten everything in between
New girl has come in from her place
Gonna welcome her into sin

“Little sister, your name won’t do.
Choose maya , that was mine.
In this place that is nothing new
It’s all I have to leave behind