For the Blacks and the Browns

 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

They say we are not walking with the times

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.