Drops of Dew

The trial

  A viceroy once said of India, if you free India, you will get a country where
  nothing except water and air is free. How wrong he was. Water isn't free. And he
  was talking of the whole world without even knowing it.
  What is our's re... but us?


  Land ye sir, is owned by the state
  And so is the water and air
  Measure not your soul in currency or gold
  for all value is in the state's care

  Who are you, to stand up and say
  I
  for there is no I if it not be an echo of we
  and we, my lord, the old darn we, is but a few I's decree

  In these chambers I'm brought to trial
  for I have success and light and a promise of gold
  my life has it all, the 'it' that binds the soul to order
  the 'it' that once got, makes cowards of ever so bold

  And I yet so young, must I be sacrificed, on thy alter of humanity
  Is it coming of age to overcome one's life and pass on into societal
  machinery

  I dared say no. Like those others before.
  I dared say no, but faltered.
  The effects in the chambers are well oiled to torture
  just such a voice to be altered.

  Lost in shadows, falling in abyss.
  Afraid of fear I be.
  But with me to give strength and challenge.
  With me to be tried are thee.