In India, the land of love,
the heaven of life, o words fail;
I saw them danced in gay, to its zillion symphonies
I found joy in each other's hands;
where they penned sagas of love
I strolled through their hamlets
where eagles tended doves
where wolves kissed deer
But it's my bygone dreams, oh dear
yes it's my heyday, but Never more now
Now the land breeds zombies
turned hell with springs of bloods
"not in my name"
The land wails in silence
Its heart bleeds, festers
so does mine, a Somalian soul.
They lynch hundreds nd they'll
Cause they knows not what's love
but walks in it with swords then stabs the unarmed
How could love breaths peace with swords
Love ever loved swords,
So did the rest, the sane world