Helen Sventitsky - Ballad of Phoolan Devi
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Ballad of Phoolan Devi 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 her ground 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 her ground 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 liberty shown Tho' guns got her For living too well The mantra rolls on, "Your body's not for sale" Music and Lyrics: Helen Sventitsky-Rother All content C2003 All rights reserved Registered under ASCAP