Sami, Ras and Gore

A deep grey cat and one brown mouse;

Indian streets are filled with cows.

I don’t know why I sing this song,

Don’t think too much; just come along.

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I tell a tale of early day,

When hatred was unmoulded clay,

When faithlessness was out of reach,

Politeness moved in every speech.

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In such a society lived two men,

Both returned from lion’s den.

One was Sami, the other was Ras,

Mighty and genius; undefeatable thus.

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There was one more, his name was Gore.

By his tongue, he could break any door.

In his heart, a cynic took birth

Polluting all; the heaven and earth.

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Gore was the advisor to the Great King

But greed has its own voice to sing

He wanted the kingdom all for himself,

Honesty dusted on the righteous shelf.

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Sami and Ras were the King’s soldiers; his strong shoulders,

In Gore’s path, they were the only boulders.

To rule the land he had to sin,

To throw contempt in brother’s bin.

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He caused amongst them a great fight,

Made them detest each other’s sight,

Each got busy planning other’s end,

He made use of this swift bend.

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Gore killed the king when he was lone

And placed himself on his throne

And Sami and Ras were slayed by fraud

Gore ruled long as the only lord.

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But he ruled in dread, tears he shed;

Walked in fear like a living dead.

For in his palace two evil spirits housed;

A deep grey cat and one brown mouse.