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People have a cruel state of mind
Love for being, engulfed by hate
Truth bestowed, but everyone turned blind
To the factual truth, a human’s fate
Slaughter the people, cause slaves they are
Living a life, damned down to hell
They’re mere people to be killed in war
Burned in houses, thrown down in well
Indians they are, the weakest of the weak
They’re not a threat, but mere play toys
They will listen to whatever we speak
Even to get rid of their girls and boys
But Indians came forward, darkness turned to light
To fight for what’s theirs, the soul of the land
Arms at hand, between people in khaki and white
But led to bloodshed, a savouring taste so bland
But one person came forward, Gandhi is his name
Rebellious from violence, Peace was his path
He never wanted money, nor power nor fame
But to save his motherland, from clutches of bloodbath
He knew peace was the option, not violence, nor arm
Cause fights can be won, by the peacefulness of the heart
At last, the war ended, mind and soul so warm
Because love unites the nation, hate tears them apart
