Poorest of the poor

Credit

Lyrics :

Satyajit Pradhan

Music composed :

Satyajit Pradhan

Release Date :

2011

Story

“Poorest of the Poor” is an emotional reflection on the devastating impact of the royal massacre in Nepal and the ensuing socio-political unrest. The song, set to a reggae rhythm with subtle Eastern musical influences, was produced by Fully Fullwood, a notable figure who once played with Bob Marley, adding a special touch to its production.

The lyrics convey a deep sense of sorrow and helplessness, capturing the silent protests and the unspoken suffering of the Nepali people. The repeated refrain “We are the poorest of the poor” underscores the pervasive poverty and despair that gripped the nation. The song speaks to the disillusionment with political leaders who failed to address the needs of the people, leading to a cycle of violence and loss.

Through haunting imagery and heartfelt words, the song tells the story of a kingdom once known for peace, now overshadowed by starvation and silence. It highlights the resilience of the people, who, despite their suffering, continue to endure. The song also emphasizes the unity and shared humanity of the Nepali people, urging listeners to recognize the common bonds that connect them.

Lyrics

I’ve closed my eyes to their silent protests
Rested my heart thinking God will do the rest
4114 cries and yet another baby dies

We are the poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor

Dethrone a king bullets through him
Crown the killer turn all the lights dim
Too tired to mourn too hungry to protest
Every day faith’s put to the test

We are the poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor

Haunting silence sweeps a kingdom
Once known for peace now for starvation
Stripped to their souls but they won’t say a thing
What they won’t say here I’m trying to sing

We are the poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor

Politicians never fill our plates
Years go and our hope deflates
Now we’ve started killing one another
To prove a point murder your brother

Children of the same land we are
We’re magical seeds of the star

(adlib)

If your blood is still red and the sky is still blue
Then you know all things that are true
So if you take time to think things through
No difference exists between me and you

Children of the same land we are
We’re magical seeds of the star

But we are the poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor

(adlib)

We are the poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor
Poorest of the poor

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