A Marching Song

In honor of my Tamil friend Suresh, I composed this fighting song for the Tamil Tigers. The language is perhaps a bit outdated; I sort of imagined them speaking a somewhat antiquated form of colonial English. I'm quite sure that in real life they don't. The brothers and sisters of Tamil Nadu call it the 'Nad for short, for those of you who are perplexed by the lyrics. Anyway, Wikipedia should give you all you need to understand this one, if you don't already:



We fight for honor and for glory

Proud sons and daughters of the ‘Nad

Honor to our brave soldiers

And glory only to the gods

We would not harm a cow, but we’ll disembowel ye now—

Fear the dreadful thunder of our rods—

And taste the awful savor of defeat

By proud sons and daughters of the ‘Nad.

The arrows fly thick and fast about your heads

Launched by the wrathful bow of Arjuna

Now we hunger for your cowardly blood

Though we won’t eat any flesh—not even tuna—

When Shiva’s eye does ope, ye’ll surely give up hope—

And flee before good Colonel Karuna--

He’ll help us win for honor and glory

Proud sons and daughters of the ‘Nad.

Proud sons and daughters of the 'Nad!