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.
