Iran has apparently decided that the Strait of Hormuz was simply too spacious without a 22,000 sq km 'Keep Off the Grass' sign, whilst Israel treats activist ships with all the diplomatic subtlety of a bouncer at a rowdy pub. France is busy confronting the ghosts of its past and the crash of its planes, proving that whether it's slavery or manslaughter, the French legal system loves a good guilty verdict centuries or decades late. Meanwhile, America is charging nonagenarians in Havana and ignoring Ebola in the Congo, a foreign policy approach best described as 'swing blindly at the elderly while ignoring the house fire'.
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[Alapana]
Sa... Pa... Sa...
Ni... Dha... Pa...
The ancient scales measure human folly.
[Pallavi]
Oh, the Strait is shut and the sea burns red
While the old men posture and the lawyers are fed
Justice arrives when the widows are dead
We bow to the symmetry of ruin.
[Anupallavi]
They charge the General in his ninety-fifth year
A ghost in the dock while the bombers draw near
The桷峑 narrows and the diplomats sneer
Such beautiful ruins we have made.
[Charanam 1]
A child of six with a gun in his hand
The charges are dropped by the wise of the land
The school official walks free from the stand
Logic has fled to the temple of none.
In France, they remember a crash in the sea
Two hundred and eight in their final decree
The verdict is hollow, the papers are free
We count the gold, not the sorrowful ones.
[Charanam 2]
A parliament speaks in the King's proper tongue
The patois is sinful where statutes are hung
The colony's shadow is ever so young
We worship the grammar of empire's old son.
Reparations are whispered in halls
While the virus spreads through the hospital walls
America sleeps as the infection befalls
The cure is too costly for everyone.
[Niraval]
We bow... to the symmetry... of ruin.
[Violin Interlude]
[Charanam 3]
The flotilla is boarded, the cables are cut
The humanitarian effort is thrown in the rut
The cookies are crumbled, the biscuit is shut
Accountability slips through the cracks like the sun.
The climate defenders in Colombia weep
For the progress that promises cannot keep
The old world is drowning in waters so deep
We pray to the chaos that cannot be undone.
[Outro]
Sa... Ni... Dha... Pa...
The symmetry... remains.
[Final Om]