As if monsters in the hides of men weren’t enough
They’ve started with explosive payload aboard mechanized birds
After killing my countrymen, they come in peace talks with sweet words
What do you say, bleed my land with a thousand cuts?
No mercy no ifs and buts
History stands witness
We’ve beaten you everytime in open battle
All you do is hide behind the dragon’s rattle
Asymmetrical warfare is the name of your game
Under that guise you slaughter and main
You know you can only win when your enemy is asleep
That’s when you attack him, that’s when you leap
But why should I be expecting anything from you?
You are merciless and cruel foes
I should know that you’ll send all under the belt blows
I know one thing, I want you dead, deader than dead
To colour your lands red
But my problem is with the snoring Indian state machinery
Which will only think of responses to such audacity when it’s elections
Or new PM selections
The world is looking
And today if you don’t cut the arm that raises slap you
Tomorrow ten more will take its place to trap you
But my hopes with this state machinery is lost
They are shameless liars
They’ll only call to arms and fires
When there are sobbing widows, crying daughters and rows of funeral pyres