The way from Cape Town to India
A journey to humanity;
Kicks and studs bowed before tolerance,
Bayonets, lathi and the hoofs of horses down the chest
Shuddered in the cry for freedom;
With the armors of fasting and cell, truth and non violence,
A new hero was born
To patrol around the world
To pronounce the glory of protest through non violence.
Now Where there is injustice, the world fasts,
Where there is force, jail is the choice
To carry forward the world democracy.
A bullet can kill a man, not Him,
Bullet ripped his ribs, not his sermons that vibrate
The villages, towns, mines and slums
Schools and colleges, panchayats and parliament
Like one God steering millions of millions.
Narayan led total revolution,
Anna fights for second independence,
Who defined the prophecy?
If a drop of poison can kill many
Why can’t a sermon save humanity?
