Murzban Shroff

I am burning up with the heat
And I am folding up with the shame
This journey that I undertake
will take me home again

It will take me to my village
to the arms of my waiting wife
It will take me to my parents
who will rejoice to see me alive

It will take me to my fields
and to the open skies
It will take me from this city
this city of a million lies

I am going back with no savings
my luggage small and spare
I will never again trust them
when they say they really care

They gave me no shelter
And they gave me no food
The moment the virus struck
I was no good

I who built the city
And I who raised its towers
I who gave wings
To all its money power

I who risked my life
So the rich could live well
But when the trouble started
I could just as well go to hell

This the city showed me
And this I learned so well
Now if they want me
I will point the way to hell.