They came, they conquered A myth beneath the sand A holy structure built Over beliefs it stands
One day they razed, set ablaze The walls did not withstand A broken faith above A myth beneath the sand A nation was plagued A riot ravaged the land While the pyres burned No resolution at hand
Loss of life and livelihood Damage to public property Not one who is accountable For the suffering and misery
Ayodhya Burns
Divided by faith, Torn by violence Nothing holy, nothing sacred Ayodhya Desecrated
Holy wars once waged Return to haunt the grave Empty promises, betrayed Religious honour at stake
The cries, the screams Of women and children slain No mercy. No compassion Redemption for the years of pain.
Ayodhya Burns
Divided by faith, Torn by violence Nothing holy, nothing sacred Ayodhya Desecrated
And it burns.
And it has been settled Or so that is what they say Still dividing by religion And to which god we pray
At the end of it all There is no god And that is the only true belief. Forsake the plastic demon And see what the book really means. No religion ever did preach The roads they all lead to the same We must be divided no more and Put religion into the grave.