Satyagrahi

Barro en las manos, ropas y cejas, bajo el sol

Colores tradicionales sostenidas al viento

Deberá prevalecer la esperanza donde el odio clamoroso es abundante,

If you stay let it be as prisoners of our love

There's so much to learn from cauterized skinned threads and bones

The nika attempt to dismantle never setting-sun land

Acrolectal essence turned in homespun innocence

The sun yelled, it defrosted the bodies of the sane and just, their vital truth

A rue we're all so familiar to

Stepping stone for the counter-march, approaching of 10 myriads

Ferocious discipline with an appetite to match

How much difference would there be if all kings said:

Not a single drop of blood needs to be shed

Let lions lie amongst their kin

Steel appendages would not fly but be spared

The true meaning of our lives prepared

Confluence of interests overwhelmed

There's still so much we've got to learn from hypnotized civilian lost lives

That still insist in burying the hatchet instead of postponing

A calm coexistence, yet we're kept from learning that

If it's eye for an eye how we deal with our lives

There can never be bloodshed enough to suffice our quench for self demise

Nor any medical assistance for the blind

Enough to dodge the pillars that come crumbling down

Perforating askew questions of ancient times

My private collection of headstone lies

Hollow glare face planted into the skies

We have been scrubbing the floor for way too long

Trying to eliminate the dirt poor

A clean kill to get our faultless hands

On all the things that we'll never have

What my life has meant so far

Is shining in every rock we trod on our way to dandi

From the 12th to the 6th and well beyond

Splattered blood could not discourage our trait

As we stood still as one offering a peaceful pace to the unloving force we face

Kneeling down asking nothing but bread and receiving stone instead

And if such be the case

Of the standard race

Cooperation we refuse to celebrate

Then we'll know not the bang itself but every sound in every way

And the whimper with which it all ends

Then i guess we're going away this time

Deberá prevalecer la esperanza donde el odio clamoroso es abundante,

Deberán dulce amor prosperar o altos sueños tener lugar

En medio al tumulto de lucha reverberante

Por entre credos antiguos, en medio a la raza y a la raza antigua,

Que destroza la tumba, felices propósitos de la vida,

Sin dejar refugio a no ser tu cara de auxílio?

A broken foundation;

Where the sun never sets

Revealed the hope of a future sunrise-

A sea of oppression, pain, and regret,

Stopped at the shores of benevolence:

Where a bond turned a million foes friends.