Freedom Fighters

Difficult to make hay of all this,
They poured their blood, and got lahti marks on their arses
And died putrefied in caves, feeding on bread and water
All they did it all for country and land
And before they were hanged they cried, "Mujhe Rang de Basanti"
Others still, perished because of ideas,
Put on death row for preaching the laws of freedom
For every words they published, the result: whips and lashes for every syllable

Now look at the state we`re in
We are in the greatest pain,
On which restaurant to choose tonight darling,
Which IPod to buy,
Which songs to download,
Where to buy this and that,
And more this and more that
"Oh i need to get that lastest CGT1788 Model high satellite buzz bizz TV"
Oh and i forget about the car
We need a better one darling
A real delight of the senses
This United States of Material Warmth !

Their eyes scorched out, their limbs cut off, and wired through the penis
The freedon fighters.
They could not have died in vain
And i peer at myself,
Do i live for anything, and fight for what?

Delighting in the senses, we hesitate to blood let,
We hide in our fortresses
And die insipid deaths,
Firdawsi said it well
Came like the dew went like wind.

At least they did something about it?