Tribal

The day was hot and dry I lifted my head but didn’t know why Terror had me in its grasp Around me lay innumerable traps This age old land of mine For it I had to pay a fine The jungle I grew up in Am labelled a thief therein Law stands before me with a book Taking of forest produce makes me a crook Forced to take a debt from them Now firmly under their sinister scheme Behind bars is the place for me Unless the officer likes my lady Inspired by the Tribals of India. These people are continuously exploited for living a simple and natural life. They only want to be left alone. The officers exploit their women and are forever ready to put them behind bars.