Spoils of War

We've been the spoils of war for both the victor and the vanquished
A trophy that was discarded once a purpose was fulfilled

We've been the spoils of war in the old days and the new
A medium for vengeance - exploited and lived only a few.

Should have witnessed the men as they marched into our lands 
Sparing none of us - we were cattle in the slaughter stands 

Should have witnessed them men transform into beasts 
Marching on forward gloating over their feats 

Did Jinnah pause for a second to ponder over the loss 
Did Nehru fear for his brethren and the impending loss

War Medals we were, with no place to call home 
Then came the government to call us back home

Caged like a bird, with wings clipped off 
With litter of our own - here the buck stopped

Where were they when Bauji was beheaded 
Where were they when I was dragged naked?

Where were you all, you leaders of our nation?
Where were you all, when your daughters were getting beaten?

The ones who went back were snubbed by their own 
Those left behind had no where else to go.

We are the spoils of war and we will be the death of you all.