The Story of Values
[ Chorus – all voices] Where are the values now? Who sold them, who bought them? We climbed the stair, we climbed the stair— and never looked back down. Verse 1 In the prison of despair, men barter eye for eye, blow for blow— and the leaders pound on the door of the Supreme Court like it’s the drum of victory. On the street, water drips on time— never late, never early. The bee has flown away with the life-insurance payout. The comrade climbs the dais— marches with the kirtan singers. [ Chorus] Where are the values now? Who sold them, who bought them? We climbed the stair, we climbed the stair— and never looked back down. Verse 2 On the footpath— a beggar woman’s breast under the red-bordered sari. The broker’s hand slides a folded slip. Rabindranath smiles from a glass case— no dust will touch him now. Parties, parties, parties— bicker under the banyan. Justice, ethics, art tucked into a biscuit packet. An industrialist grins in the crowd. Behind glas...