O leaders of our land
To show your great might
You make people fight;
And when you preach hate
And use poor folks as bait
Doesn’t your conscience bite
And don’t you feel their plight?
O ivory tower men,
Secluded in your den
Don’t you think YOU sin
When causing useless din.
How can a nation rise
When its folks are not wise;
When we all fail to unite,
Then might is akin to right.
Open up your eyes
Before the last goodbyes
O people of my land;
Let divisionism be banned.
Let us join our hands,
Without seeing caste or skin.
For if we fail to wake up
The deep will pull us in.
And no one will survive
This nasty hatred drive.