As the muddy brows sweat 

As the leather wearers gain riches 

As the mothers cook for their children 

The world goes round and round 

Farmers farm 

Businessmen rob 

Mothers cook 

What connects them? 

the ones with gems 

The ones with hens? 

Our past 

The memories of those long gone 

Those who now live on 

In our hearts 

Those who fought the troubles we faced 

In order for our freedom 

The men in red conquered us 

They ruled for centuries 

The destruction of many a village 

The vast land of ours they pillaged 

They divided us 

Religion against religion 

We fought against us 

Hindu, Muslim, Jain 

And a great many were slain 

Then came Gandhi 

And came a message strongly 

Who walked for our freedom 

We fought 

And sought 

For our freedom 

Finally they agreed 

And we said 

Non Ducor, Duco 

I am not led, I lead 

We had had enough