The revolt of 1857

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It started in vellore
But the legacy continued
And on May, 10 1857
Meerut couldn't take it anymore.

The Enfield rifles proved
To be the "last straw"
The sepoys had seen too much
To overlook the underlying causes.

"Life was taken out
Of the body" in Awadh
"Hell was let loose
Upon the earth" in Calcutta.

Witnesses of the worst disasters
And their dead brethrens
The sepoys were hired
To kill their own people.

The blood of Indians on their hands
And thoughts in their minds of
How their family could be killed
By one of their own kind.

"The white man's burden"
Was made heavier by the
"Ungrateful sepoys" who
Back at home remaining "Servants of the British".

No more words of hatred!
The "loyal" sepoys of the "masters"
Marched out of their miseries
Straight to Delhi .

Killing Britishers and
Defying all court etiquettes
They marched towards
Bahadur Shah Zadar
And firmly 'pleaded' him to lead them.

They fought with courage
And north India followed them
Awadh and Cawnpore
All united against their oppressors.

The army and civilians
"Racially inferior, religiously wrong
Emotionally backward, politically dependant" were quite a trouble!

They were brutally suppressed
Cannoned, hanged and killed
But they did not die
Their voices echoed in the aftermath.


The Company went down on its knees
And the British Crown took over
Dignity, Representation and Pride
Were faithfully restored

This wasn't the end
But the beginning of Independence
An inspiration for the time to come,
A lesson in courage.

The Sepoys haven't died
They now live in our minds
Fighting and being killed everyday
Just for a new Independence.

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