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Their’s the blame the idle rich who feed themselves with buttered bread and roll on beds of gold who roast their pie on your country’ conflagration and line their coats by selling ammunition dealers of death Their’s
the blame who, hymns of peace upon their lips raised and an empty dream of united world the but secretly fished and carved for sheer self-aggrandisement speaking words of disarmament bit building up piles of death dealing weapons And their’s Who conniving with ulterior motives lost all words of righteous protest at your country’ violation deaf and dumb sat counting the golden coins in their wallets Their’s the blame who sobbed and sighed and blame here too that empress of yours who wasted all the treasure raised by taxing famished peasants in reckless aestheticism money saved for armored ships to defend the land by wise statesmanship spent and wasted in a pleasure yatch of gold and ivory the Taj Mahal of Chinese craftsmanship with jeweled frescoes, pearl borders and gold enamel where craftsmen laboured for months and months ….
When such a yatch Began to sail on the royal lake The premier beat his brow And muttered sorely
“Oh yes, Oh yes if tomorrow the arrogant ships of the Japanese surround and attack this land of ours surely this dainty fleet of our royal queen will be a match and more than so. now where is the problem of defence.”
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These wanton rulers of your unfortunate land they are those who sinned against you their’s the blame
And your war lords how much to blame are they to gorge themselves with selfish hopes and rule in full autocracy who fought amongst themselves out off from their country’s body an arm with brother arm plundered marauded, laid desolate the prosperous garden, the motherland bathed it in rivers of brotherly blood and even yielded to the country’s foe victorious rose with his cursed blessing strong in his strength to scathe your country’s power they are those who sinned against you their’s the blame And those who step to usurp a throne when the nation lies ableeding puppet kings of an alien power who dare not gaze on the
ablaze on your banner who revel in chains of an alien power who suck and bite and crack and eat the very bones of their native land like dogs on a lead they are those who have sinned against you their’s the blame
And why not ours we , your neighbours four hundred millions, only a burden to mother earth slaves of circumstances unable even to move a finger with hearts as cold as the
high unthawed as yet by your country’s conflagration waiting with frozen wills for some unknown Bhagirath
Oh world decaying striving to live each denying life to other lost for ever in mean endeavour of snatching other’s lands with plenty of room for all of us to live in peace and joy fighting and killing all in utter folly
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