The cremations of India are burning like lamps
As the world holds hands in a circle of fear
The worlds flesh is like dead fish
The worlds flesh is like thick cardboard
Ears are shallow and cries
Are like the riders of death spinning around and around
The cremations of India make the continent crumble
Tears like an earthquake make Asia sleepless
Everyone loses
Everyone grieves
As the knees of society become unsteady
As they take your weight in the morning
I have not like sacrifices
Loving kindness is what I want
Says Jehovah in the bible
Scientists ask their governments to share their vaccines
Was I dreaming when I saw that the makers of vaccines
Reported on how much money they had made
Perhaps I misunderstood
The cremations of India so naked in the open air
Just like sacrifices
The smoke they say contains the soul of the deceased
How can you leave?
How can you die?
Ask the labouring families of India
India’s labourers are as flowers trapped in bottles
When they flooded the train and the bus stations
Helpless and afraid
Escaping, without work
With the wages for the day
How do they feel
About the sacrifices at their festivals
Loving kindness is better
Than sacrifice
