Ballad of Phoolan Devi

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Phoolan Devi
was a tempest child
Grown with fury
Into freedom run wild

Ghosts in ravines
of Uttar Pradesh tell
Of a caste goddess cry,
"This body's not for sale."

Phoolan Devi
came from fisherman stock,
Sold as a girl
For a family lot

She ran back home
To a village's hell
But she stood fast and screamed
"This body's not for sale."

Phoolan Devi
Started running with dacoits
Stood by her man
As she pumped his exploits

When Thakurs shot him
And raped her into hell
She stood fast and screamed,
"This body's not for sale"

Phoolan Devi
Took revenge in stride
20 men dead
At Benmai one night

The law stood by
As masses wished her well
She threw her voice around,
"Your body's not for sale"

Phoolan Devi
Spent 11 years alone
Small price to pay
For liberation shown

Tho' guns got her
For living too well
The mantra lives on,
"Your body's not for sale"