The quiet of morning dawn broken by vultures galore
Ten million and some more rotten to the core
Their bodies dumped by the vessel which brings more
The saga un ending un folds ever more
Dont ask names, Dont ask castes, Dont even ask why the seagulls laughed
They mock the human machine; spewing deathly hate across continents unseen
The dock built on human pains, the rotting corpses all bound and chained
For one to remain inhumane would be better than to remain here
For ten million are finally dead without a single care
They die of hunger, They die of remorse
They die of war and boredom ofcourse
I joined the boat and surely you will too
The seas are dark and spew sickly brew
Ten million and some more needed to fill the waste
That humanity has created to satisfy its expensive taste
Rogue rats jump out of the vessels carrying the carcasses decapitated along with their heads
Must be the first time in history that even death flees the dead
The name of religion and politics and land and caste ring a bell
Surely there must be some place worse than this fuckin hell (there isnt).
Ten million and some more waiting for their turn
To shed their belongings and take refuge in an urn
Though gifted with empathy and intellect
The misers run around amuck; to see whos branded the villain next..
There is no appeasing the belly of the beast
Who is never satisfied without a blood feast.
Ten million too small, blare the battle guns more
Push the button; drop the plump bomb, see how high it soars!
Its patriot and the priest left finally you see
Picking up the shovel to set you free
Ten million needed and some more...
To rid this earth of filthy whores
Some are found; some hide (in their mind)
But the weight of bodies rotting finally upturns the tides
Oh don’t be shy friends and foes
Lets catch the ride before the ferry doors close
Lets join emancipation, Lets become history...
Ten million and more again thrown vehemently (on the shore)
Oh the future looks bright & endless & colourful & nevermore!