The children were shot dead br The mother, in fury, said br These pieces of my heart br Should cry and I stand apart br Looking on from afar br This I cannot do br br I should look on from afar br As the tyrants, night and day br With the blood of my children Holi play br Besmirched in red br As the children were shot dead br The mother, in fury, said br These pieces of my heart br Should cry and I stand apart br Looking on from afar br This, I cannot do br br She walked came down to the ground br Like lightening flashing around br The tyrant's hand trembled br Full of fear the gun frowned br Everywhere her echo did resound br I am hereby bound, I am coming for this round br I am hereby bound, I am coming for this round br br Then oppression became evil br Panic-stricken were those who kill br When she thundered br As our children were murdered br She said, you vampires br Gold is the be all of your desires br This land belongs to us all br This land, you Dunces Esquires br Lackeys, still, to your British Sires br br The sahib's beneficence br Has not made you landlords: squires br Desist from this tyranny br Back to your barracks, flee br You, who rove ahead br With a gang of plunderers you have bred br As our children were shot dead br br Holi: Spring festival played with coloured water.