Its not God's way
And so its wrong
There's no excuse at all
The Skull and Cross Bones
Should be raised
No one should walk tall!
For Bio-pirates are the pitz
They damage us and hide
Unaware with not a care
For what we feel inside
America Your at it
In India you steal
Our Rice and Neem
Our spices
Which never will appeal
To any fair and caring soul
And thus you'll never be
Happy or contented
With your profitablity
Okay you have Basmati
And are calling it your own
For Centuries we grew it
This is quite well known
In Ancient Texts its mentioned
The fragrant long grained seed
Noble people paid high prices
So where does this lead
Stolen you have stolen it
And it is now your prize
And we're to pay you royalties
A reward for being wise

Its not God's way
Of doing things
And we consumers will
Refuse to eat your Backdoor Rice
We shall not have our fill
Of Texan grains not ever
Our brothers look forlorn
In India they're sobbing
Their ragged clothes they porn
So some can drive their limosines
And no doubt bleach rice white
Its not God's way
But soon the day
Will come
When we're proved right