A Cake With A Stick Down

On the day of the sticks, we got kicks of royal highness
We tore all the pages and broke every pencil
They told us to read from books of English riddles
Teachers make rules and rulers spanked our backs
They asked us to enter but we walked out of the classroom
We were held in detention on two knees and the stick down

When the sun rise in the morning all the stars disappear
They shine in the darkness to the glory of the night
And the glory is silenced to claim they didn’t appear
In the ghettoes of the quiet but shadows they didn’t have
While the moon stole reflection of the light of delight
On the day of two sticks and a cake with a stick down

Then they all come unite to glow out together
It’s brighter than ever and hurting my eyes
But the few we know in number count a million stars
They flicker on their own but appear in the dark
While the moon borrowed light and hides in a fortnight
Spies in a quarter and shines like a mirror

A man on wheels devised to an automobile
A hero without heels and a veteran of an army
His story is unheard not because he got no voice
But because he got no legs and no arms, no choice
In the silence of still life a victim of innocence
He walks on two sticks and a cake with a stick down

Big man in the Oval giving orders all over
From corridors of Salvador to the world even narrower
Though you may have many sons and doing good favour
Nobody knows to rise above the glory of another
If the sun rose to nurture the soils of the spillage
The signs of the only are paging an outrage

Warmongers and worshippers of body hair and idols
Play a game called cricket and a leg before wicket
To unite on the field but the fielders are dispersed
While a man throws a ball and a crook takes the bat
If you take two sticks from the man with the stick down
On the day of riddles and a cake with a stick down