Poem: YOU’RE NOT ALONE, LET YOUR TROUBLES BE KNOWN

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!

CHILDREN UNITE

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