Dirt and oil created form Infused with life; he was born to guard the gate.
Dutiful son, a God made from clay Did stand guard as his mother bathed
A warrior returns, a war did wage Dead he lay, the song of Shiva
In a pool of blood he lay, the son of Shiva In a pool of blood he lay, beheaded Ganapati Bappa
Parvathi wept, the promise of wrath The world will face her fury Till he was reborn Resurrecting the dead Son of God
Shiva, he sent his army forth That fetched him an elephant head
Fused together man and beast So he was born, Ganapati bapa, the Elephant God!
And so the story goes, over a 1000 years old And so the story goes, the myth becomes a lie
Today they celebrate his birth With great pomp and fanfare Disregarding mother earth While she cries, bleeds, despairs!
Thousands of believers flock to the streets Hundreds of idols they carry to the seas Drown their God, satisfy their belief Destroying Mother Nature
Thousands of heads adorn the beach For days after and after Dead flowers and empty prayers Mother did weep, she did despair
The deafening sound of a thousand drums Heard in the distance the low rumbling hum Blocking the road, the infinite hordes Dancing they take to the streets
The colours, they stain the streets Marching forward millions of feet The mass of humanity moves to the sea For the drowning of the Elephant God.
The pretext of religion A bottle of booze Gang raped in the corner The screams are mute Is a God really watching?