Every problem has a solution,
I was taught this at school,
before I was asked to dive in this pool.
And they were not wrong, we all have our parts in the equation.
I open the door and enter a living room,
Its littered with some grass and a broken broom
Under the dirt of blood, lies his body.
I hear voices behind my head.
Ram naam Satya hai.
Ram naam Satya hai.
He was a dealer of life,
a player of knife.
just a pawn in the game of big men.
All he wanted was to be satisfied.
All he got was.
Ram naam Satya Hai
The virus opens from one fold to another,
What we see is just the bird’s feather.
Thousand lives are buried,
unheard and unsaid.
And all that we get to hear is,
Ram naam satya hai.
They fight each day,
Not with aliens,
But from parasites, who sucks their blood
and generates the power to run this system.
Their struggle is muted by the sound of
Ram naam satya hai…
Ram naam satya hai…
