From Gods to Guns, We Have Come a Long Way

From gods to guns, we have come a long way
We would hum the hymns, we would change our names
Once the gunman appeared out of nowhere,
Barked: ‘How can the gods save you from bullets?’
It was not his arm but his smile so ill
A mad commotion clouds the assembly.

From gods to guns, we have come a long way
Now the powerful people wear only
Bulletproof jackets; they would move around
Only in imported bulletproof cars
They still do worship, but have changed the stand
From 33 billions of gods, and now
Only wealth is the object of worship.

From gods to guns, we have come a long way
A bulletproof glass is more powerful
than the gods, than your love for the country
While we walk in nude, unconscious of all
the shame, the dignity, the so-called rules
The cow dung scoffs they are more expensive
They are not available, but we are,
to be killed, to be tortured, to be raped.

From gods to guns, we have come a long way
But we still don’t know we are heading
I care about life and death while you talk
Of bloody freedom and Che Guevara
From gods to guns, there is nothing so true
than seeing two futile things of bêtise:
First, it preach incestuous relationship,
We are together in a religion;
And the next in line, the guns they kill all.

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