Women persecuted,
Bruises and
scars linger,
Victimized and
raped,
Souls in terror.
These evils in
my nation anchor,
While I simply sulk
in anger,
Living with the petty,
miserable Indian slander!
Lives valued no
longer,
Except of power mongers,
Money with hoi-polloi
no longer,
Life only for who
launder,
These evils in
my nation anchor,
While I merely rot
in a dingy corner,
Living with the
petty, miserable Indian slander!
They speak of
culture, of history and future,
All we have but are
pitiable natures,
With crooks and
politicians winning life’s wagers,
Our lives this malignant
apathy endangers,
These evils in
my nation anchor,
While I simply suffocate
in this land yonder,
Living with the
petty, miserable Indian slander!
No child, no
adult feel safer,
Tormentors or
defenders we wonder,
Power with those
a wretched blunder,
In seats of
power they ponder,
To grow
manifolds their foul plunder.
These evils in
my nation anchor,
While I merely struggle
in feral thunder,
Living with the
petty, miserable Indian slander!