Am born in the blood of the oppressed,
In the veins of the poor, I start to flow;
The hearts of the depressed have my throbs,
The wounded egos give me a beaming glow.
The injustice always thinks , I have died,
The repression considers , I have no choice;
The savagery never fathoms my depth,
The brutal regimes try to silence my voice.
I wait for my foes to mend their ways,
I exhort them to behave with a human grace;
But their arrogance stands as a stumbling- block,
Then with every silent sigh, I increase my pace.
Slowly, I leave my abode in hearts and minds,
And come on the streets to show my might;
Like the seething sea under the scorching Sun,
My simmering discontent gains its height.
Fuming with rage, I become a tempest,
My frenzy makes me totally blind ,
What I will do, I am unable to foresee;
None can anticipate my colour and kind.
Wait for the time when my fury ends,
Horrific trails of ravages, you will find;
Luxurious palaces will be lying in debris,
‘I am revolution’, I have lost my mind .
