With apologies to Leonard Cohen’s and his song, “Democracy”

It’s coming through a hole in the ground, from the depths of Nagpur’s fear, It’s coming from the feel that this ain’t exactly real, or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there. From the wars against history, from the lynchings night and day, from the fires of the homeless, from the ashes of the poor: Anarchy is coming… to Bharat Mata Ki Jai; It’s coming through a crack in the wall; on a flood of myth and carefully fabricated lies; from the staggering account of Krishna’s Song of the Lord, which I’m sure Modi Sarkar doesn’t understand at all… It’s coming from the silence of the media, from the brave, the bold, the battered heart of agriculture: Anarchy is coming… To Bharat Mata Ki Jai…
It’s coming from the sorrow in the street, the holy places where the races meet; from the homicidal bitchin’ that’s started about every kitchen, to determine what will be served and who will eat. From the wells of disappointment where people kneel to pray, for the grace of God in the city here and the city far away: Anarchy is coming… To Bharat Mata Ki Jai…
Sail on, sail on O mighty Ship of State! To the Shores of Lies, Past the Reefs of Greed, Through the Squalls of Hate, Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on….
It’s coming to India first, the cradle of the best and of the worst. It’s here they got the range and the machinery for hate, and it’s here they once had the spiritual thirst. It’s where the trust is broken, and it’s here the intolerant say, that the heart has got to close in a fundamental way: Anarchy is coming… To Bharat Mata Ki Jai…
It’s coming from the righteous and the men. O baby, we’ll never make love again. We’ll be going down so deep, the river’s going to weep, and the mountain’s going to shout and wail. It’s coming like the tidal flood beneath the lunar sway, Imperial, ugly, in a seductive embrace: Anarchy is coming… To Bharat Mata Ki Jai…
I’m sentimental, if you know what I mean, I love the country but I can’t stand the scene. And I’m neither left or right, I’m just staying home tonight, getting lost in a hopeless little dream. But I’m stubborn as those garbage bags that Time cannot decay, I’m junk but I’m still holding up this little wild bouquet: Anarchy is coming…To Bharat Mata Ki Jai…
Sail on, sail on O mighty Ship of State! To the Shores of Lies, Past the Reefs of Greed, Through the Squalls of Hate, Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on….