Let’s confuse TV channels with news
Security Council with peaceniks
Gaddafi and Castro with terrorists
Capitalism with prosperity, progress

Some say my love, there’s a time for love
An occasion to assert, and to proclaim
For me, my love, there’s none to resolve
Nothing to validate, or rename

Colonel Gaddafi or Bradley Manning
Who dares terrorize our invincible might
Freedom we love, so freedom we’re granting
We define wrong and right, and freedom’s limit

You who dream for better tomorrows for future generations
And yet inculcate in children values of selfish aspirations
Long to see your child leave others behind in the rat race
Must live to then perpetuate and strengthen it’s Fascist face!

Are revolutions half-won? Cause the war’s always on
When the privileged surrender, do they ever mourn?

Freedom Tree!
Free Press shall set us Free!

India is bleeding, oh my motherland in pain
Her comrades are dying, their revolutions in vain

You blew the lid off their secret chambers of horror
Their dirty games of wars, you the uncensored narrator
They can ban WikiLeaks, they cannot ban our conscience
Let them impose atrocious bills, they cannot stifle our minds

Ayodhya verdict finally seals it all
Trust Lord Ram, holy cows or you fall
The more forward we claim we progress
More we hold unto conservative garbage

You dwell in my life, in each moment of mine
Precious is your presence, forever shall shine

Decades of glaring carcasses

Emphasize countless tragedies

Frantically reassess the losses…

Lebanon kills our pride in our identities
as we stoically listen to
blatant propaganda against Islam.
Lebanon kills our amicability
the moment we buy into
media definition of terrorism.

Immerse in me, in life–
Even as I dwell in apprehension
Succumb to intoxication
Of increasing aspiration
Drain in imagination
Of the ongoing revolution