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The drums of morality,
they beat so loud and empty,

Threatening love and variety

and a choice to be free

the very little we can be.

Pinks, yellows, blues and greens,

Banned by cow urine and the

Sons of Ram.

Who walk hand in hand
with selling the poor

into the shackles of the rich

and trees and rivers
to development and India shining.

The drums of morality
they beat women into corners,

remove their voices and spines

Make them into reproductive nothings.

They keep beating,
those rabid drums of madness,

of cultural authenticity and rigidity.

And we sell our freedom

To those rabid beats!