Of the many cultures and tribes
They say we are not civilized enough
They say we are not modern enough
They say we are sticking to rituals
What of their horse drawn carriages
What of walking around in head gear from the ice ages
What of the marches and standing in four directions
What of the clothes that look like clowns
What of the stiff you are travelling around the country with
What of the unnecessary pomp over an occurrence that time specifies
If for you your own is precious
So it is for everybody else's theirs.
You are proud of your heritage you say
The heritage that went crossing oceans
To loot, kill, torture and plunder
The blacks and the browns.
The diamonds and rubies stuck on your crowns and tiaras
The emeralds that hang on your neck
The pearls that drop from your ears
The gold that keeps all this together
From the blood and sweat of billions
Belonging to the blacks and the browns.
You adorn yourself in worthless splendour
Matching hats and shoes with other
And show off pomp like no other
With the riches plundered of others
Sounding bugles hollow as your holler
To display and regale your plunder.
Time is a healer but also a witness
Time is a teacher like no other
For every tear there will be a tear
For every drop there will be a drop
For every paisa there will be a paisa
If for you time was on your sails yesterday
For us it is today and tomorrow
For us the blacks and the browns.
