This poem is dedicated to OUR younger brother Vijay Singh.
Racist ruffian, low-down scum
Foul mouthed thug do you think its fun
To beet up a kid who’s half your size?
Knock his turban and punch his eyes
He gets good grades and it makes you sick
turban-head’s clever and you’re so thick.
You push and punch and steal his lunch
You swing your fist his nose goes crunch
Bleeding Paki! Bloody Paki!
Swear a lot then steal his money
Grab his arms – push him to the wall
Punch! Crunch! He takes the fall
Kick! Spit! Watch him crawl
Walk away from his crying call.
Lessons start at the school from hell
Classroom’s more like a prison cell
Sitting in his blood stained clothes
Tears in his eyes and a busted nose
Bully boys don’t stop their taunting
No teacher saw his daily haunting
No teacher said you’re a lion Singh
Be BRAVE, be STRONG but never give in
School bell rings:”Bye-Bye friends I ain’t coming to hell again!”
Running home as fast as he can
No one knows his secret plan
Up the stairs for freedom call
He escapes from his body walls
Free at last from the violence
Hangs himself in deathly silence.
Where he ends we begin
Bullies won’t kill another Singh
Unite as CHILDREN make the change
Don’t let things stay the same
We want freedom – no more crime
We want freedom all the time
No more Singhs will die this way
Unite as CHILDREN – fight them today!
IT’S TIME TO FIGHT
THE BULLY BOYS
THE RACIST NOISE
DON’T LIVE IN DREAD
TELL THE TEACHER INSTEAD
YOU’RE NOT ALONE
LET YOUR TROUBLES BE KNOWN