The Indian Winter Blues
I’ll be there at the break of the dawn
Sing for you in the sun and the music is set
The army band is already in the town
In blood all the words are written down.
Your thousands of military men be praised
For good their strength be raised
As they compose odes and hymns for you
While killing and raping everybody in our caged zoo.
I’ll fake my nationality for you
But I cannot go on without ado
And you go on forcing and manipulating and cheating
Now I cannot even tolerate your fucking name and should I go on faking?
It’s all lies; your name and your nation and your freedom
I can see only bloody gunmen you sent and more gunmen and more
I cannot even find a place to stand when you play your anthem
Not that I would—but your everything is becoming nothing with your war.
You wage a war; your flag is covered with blood
You make me a prisoner; are your eyes sinister
Yes, I’ll be there at the break of the dawn
Sing for you in the sun and the music is all set.
In blood all the words are written down
You make me a prisoner in my own town
—Stay away, you stay away
I don’t need you to stay away from your nation.