Walk in my shoes if you care!

Feel faceless eyes sear your back with curious stares

And hear poison tipped and sharp edged words rain on you

As you rush to find shelter in a free country.

Nothing has really changed in the background;

The foreground reveals a change:

Of clothing and make up artists.

There's branded wear everywhere!

But behind the labels stare cold and listless eyes of the primitive.

Charles Darwin will always be bigger than Osama Bin Laden.

The oppressors has changed their cloaks, masked their intentions

In an unceasing rhetoric of the time of the hour

When the oranges in my own yard are sour,

It's time to raid neighbouring gardens,

Under the civilised banter of sharing of scarce resources.

But in our might let's keep out foreign invasion

Of that which we have bled to feed; Our own is OUR  own

Raised through prudent measures of generations

That softened a cracked ground with the blood of the dispensable.

It is MY harvesting time now.

It does not matter if OUR ploughshares turn

Nameless skulls here and there.

It's OUR country now.

God Save The Queen!